Sometimes I wonder why I have been tasked with this
I am clearly not strong enough
I am clearly not good enough
My reactions speak for themselves
For all the progress, for all the work
Hate & vitriol spill from my frustrated lips
If the mouth utters the overflow of the heart
I must have a compartmentalized heart
Love & hate in equal measures
So utterly defective
The ultimate question
Do I really want this?
Am I under attack?
Is this all just myth?
All I seek is the truth
But what is truth?
It’s going to be a long day