Love, Hate, And Rationale Poem by Nyrical Poet

Tell me why we always sit around, fret and wonder
To maniacally sit around and insanely ponder
The reasons to the seasons to the treason
All of the lies to ourselves that we have chosen
Love, hate, rationale there is no difference
Or is there a reason for all of this distance
Fear of love, fear of hate, or fear of feelings to sedate
The excuses just pile up in a crazy mind to sort and seperate
Distant anger holding on to a single piece of life
The piece of life where love is kept to continue to strive
But strive for what or strive for a tragic death
I suppose it is what it is, a race to our f-king death
You have a choice to choose to alway embrace
To live a worthy life and to never ever disgrace
Trapt in a mind where unworthiness feeds off oppression
Lets just make everyone else happy and forget about my depression
Is this going to be the end of me with all the possibilities
Everyone in this life tells me that I have endless opportunities
But why do I look in the mirror and see nothing at all
Empty soul grasping for others to seek control of
When you hope for others you forget all of your own dreams
Your just sucked in a life, to always fall endlessly
Sucked dry, with an empty cry, revolting to defy
Feeling purposely hopeless, but as usual to only deny
All of my true emotions are running so far away
Creating these uncontrollable thoughts of emotional dismay
Is this an escape from this world's lost reality
Into a less destined world of concrete informalities
Ignore the thoughts from this once bliss imagination
Which has caused my life such destruction and devastation
Just leave behind this corrupted mind and jaded heart
Which tear my remaining insanity completely apart
As I stand alone in the cold, lost and confused
Attempting to find sanction from these feeling abused
I just look toward the opposite direction
Running far away from this mirrors reflection
Never to have anyone see me in this emotional dismay
To never look in the mirror again, and to always run away
I am just in a state of confusion, maybe a state of pure lust
But none the less, its a devastated memory left in the dust
I will always ask questions for what this life is supposed to be
But I can never forget this love, hate, or rationale that lies inside of me