The Fight Poem by stephanie simmons

Waisted day and sleepless night,
Somehow I got to stop this fight.
A thousand thoughts clouded my mind,
What am I doing? I'm just waisting my time.
There is a fight within my heart,
Sometimes it feels like I'm being ripped apart.
The fight between good and evil,
I feel like my heart is a drunk Mr. Evel Knievel
Take a few shots to claim the nerve,
when it's all said and done,
I'm laying face down on the curb.
Taking that chance to love again,
Guess what, yeah it was all pretend.
What am I going to do?
All I ever wanted was to be with you.
A fight between love and hate,
It was suppose to be great.
But guess whats left, only hate, and that
That is great.