yabs

Faced with difficulty
As resolutions seem further away
Doing what I cannot explain
Becoming who I used to hate

My personality comes into question
Turning into a hypocrite
An irony of morals and of emotions
A libertine; a debauchee

I dare not go this path
Nor trek aimlessly and restrained
in the endless mountains of loneliness
Only to remain solitary and wistful

Yes I have Fallen,
Numerous times for the wrong people
Left unheard and unrequited
Perpetually in search

Rarely liked because of who I am
Blunt and purely candor
Inadequate and a penury
Emotionally tempest-swept

I give effort to distance myself
But the more I try to,
THe more it feels so right
Despite my trampled morals

I feel selflessly-selfish
A immorally moral
Deciding between the lesser of two evils
Both evil nontheless...