I'm no different from everyone else,
But so unique.
I can write poetry,
I can't even write this poem right.
I can draw,
Yet I suck at it.
I'm so smart,
Yet so ignorant.
I hate hypocrites,
Yet I am one myself.
I love him,
I hate him,
I want to kill her,
But I don't want her gone.
I know what I want,
I don't know a damn thing.
Which is it?
How would I know?
There just cruel contradictions.

*Yet another poem that sucks. Oh well, am I the only one that feels this way…or is it human nature? I have had a horrible day….*