"How are you?"
Simply is not efficient
in the moment!
Can you hear me
crisis worker?
Ambivalence can not see the hope
which lies on the streets of gold
she imagines in her head.
The Storm is manic-
ever so slightly scared.
Paranoid-
delusions of grandeur.
Narcissism at its finest.
Honestly, Help can't handle
empty versions of stability.
Manic- in a panic
dancing about the anger inside.
Everything on the shelf goes for a ride,
down to the floor, it tumbles.
Scores the wall.
Self is no longer in control.
Terror takes hold and so,
her heart leaps inside a chest,
a dead vessel.
Someone's dated bride.
Sick, we are sick!
Of her negligence
of her defense
-defenselessness.
How does Ambivalence
expect us to react?
Over 20 years of nonsense
20 years of hearing
"You're not good enough
because I'm not good enough."
20 years of
"You will never be
because I never was.”
20 years of
"You suck
you little fuck."
So now Fate sees why
this credence has come over me
-of anger to relish.
Self contained, I retain
the ability to come over the pain,
In my plight
I have the right
to say goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye.
I will never see you again.
Because Ambivalence
is no good for me,
and that is the plea
I have been crying
a lifetime.
When the world sees
"I" as something elegant
something quaint
something nice.
Ambivalence sees destruction
in a pile of rubble
on the floor.
What more
could she want from me?
I am not an Ambivalent
