Somebody's Fool - Poem by Orlando Belo
When my thoughts aren't clear or decisive,
I falter and fall into a pit of despair.
I become open to any one’s suggestions,
and fall into their lure, or snare.
By nature I'm uncertain and gullible,
and I trust people too easily.
Whenever I fall fowl to a trickster,
people laugh, or castigate me.
My mind is so unpredictable and unreliable,
I can't trust myself to do what's right.
Wrong decisions are always what I make,
then my conscience pricks me all night.
My headaches, with the continual turmoil,
of my mind and conscience at war.
They continually argue for supremacy,
which leads me to make the wrong call.
I rarely feel that I am my own person,
I'm a marionette of my mental state.
I do wish life could be much simpler,
with nothing ever important at stake.
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