Ambiguous Poetry, like that of my mind

"Ambiguous Poetry, like that of my mind"

By Winter Burnett 12/22/2016

Why do I feel this way?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

Does that mean it is?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

Does that mean I sin?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

Where does that leave my emotions?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

I thought, maybe it was a phase?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

Maybe there is too much stress?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

But maybe… This is how I’ve felt since I was young?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

My childhood does not define me, right?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

There are only two ways of thinking, right?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

I can’t think this way, right?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong. 

I don’t think this way, right?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

Maybe I am just being rebellious?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

Am I just fighting what is truly myself?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong.

Who, what, where am I?

I’ve always been told it’s wrong. 

I hope I am wrong.

I’ve always been told it’s wrong?