Oxymoronic Events
I don't know how to feel
About this.
I am told
It can only help.
And I want to commit,
but I can't get this
thought out of my head
that I shouldn't be there,
that it's not useful,
that I hate being there.
Regardless of how I feel,
I have no choice in the matter.
I must go,
I must endure,
And at a great cost to the
One forcing me to go.
I don't mind the company,
Or really the location,
simply the reason.
The indecision and frustration
Are killing me.
This poem is about:
Me