There's always too much to talk about, but never enough to say.
Indecisive, I change my mind with every heartbeat.
They hold me to a standard, one of lines and graphs
–I'm blindfolded.

Always something to bring up, but never at the right time.
The light is blinding, I want to be you.
They fight on what's right, back and forth with every breath.
–I'm blindfolded, in a different room entirely.

© Junemousonae