Contradictions of the Heart

Green with envy, jaded,

Kindness that feels weighted.

Nothing but impatience,

Building mountains instead of fields of flowers, waiting.

Vulnerable and wounded,

Scared to approach.

Swallowing each new emotion down,

With the bitterness that gloats.

Pushing when wanting to pull,

Hiding in shadows, to their delight.

Waiting for darkness,

In the middle of the sun's bright light.

Longing for doom and gloom,

Praying for rain.

For thunder and lightning may terrify,

But they comfort all the same.

Contradictory and hypocritical,

Nothing ever changes.

Yet the desperate need remains—

To change.