As a human, I am an enigma.
Perhaps it is because I feel one way
Understanding the opposite to be true.
Zeal for life one minute, apathy the next.
Zero toleration, then all is well again.
Listen up! Hear me now! I have this under control
Except for when I am insecure.
Oh, how easy life would be is we were not so conflicted!
Forever waiting for something we know we should not have.
Call me melodramatic
Or a thousand other names.
No one can deny that I am a conflict,
Full of forever passionate battles,
Loving life and despising it in the same breath.
It can be tiresome.
Could any of you deny
That I am an enigma?
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