Indecisive
a poem by Hannah Bailey
torn between apathy and hysterics
gross miscalculations of my emotions
everything I feel is atmospheric
it’ll either blow up or blow away
I want to know if this will ever end
or if it will get worse each new day
because the only time i’m happy
is when i’m really fucking sad
and no one likes someone who can’t decide
on their feelings or their friends
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