The Lesser of Two Evils

[up_town_gurlie]

What I speak may be treason.
The voice I use may sound bitter.
But believe me, I am no fool.
When I doubt, it is due to reason,
Not because I am a quitter.

Seasoned better, I write
Myself a little letter:

Please Self, do not forget
That while my heart does fret
Deep down I know
Love is not everything.

Thinking now, back on what
I could live with and what I
Could not live without
I realize this time around
I will not break so easily.

When I fade into a state
Of a recluse, it must be said
I will return in spite,
Stronger still and ready to fight.

Gladly I smile upon the hatred
That gives me reason to shine.
Though now to sickness
Has my soul been led
As it withers into insanity.