Lesser or greater.
Lover or hater.
Our life is gone in the time of a vapor.
How am I to choose my nature?
I’m so confused. I feel like a faker.
When I look at myself, I just want to shake her.
I know what’s right, but how do I make her?
My self conscious thinks I’m a flaker.
The people around me think I’m a taker.
My life just feels like a very steep crater.
But I want to believe that I’m a creator.
After all, I am the narrator.
So my past self? I intimidate her.
My selfishness? I emancipate her.
My pride? I emasculate her.
My fears? I fragmentate her.
My insecurities? I de-escalate her.
My pessimism? I WILL break her.
Today is the day that I start to change her.
For when I draw my last breath, and it returns to the maker;
I will have no regrets because I dropped this anchor.
-Hannah
{Sin}esthesias 