What Is Right Must Also Be Wrong Poem by Kelsea Osterman

I feel as if nothing is right
I feel so dirty, i feel unclean
and unneeded. Everything so far has
gone wrong, nothing the way i wanted.
I feel like i am just like every other
person. Like i am no longer me. I am
who they want me to be. They want me
to do things i would normally say 'No'
to but who am i to judge what is right
or wrong anymore. They just want me
to say 'yes' right away right or wrong.
What do i do? Sitting her make no
sense, so her i go to make the right
choice or is it the wrong choice. Who
knows anymore.