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

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