Youthful Compromises (An ABC Poem about inner struggle)

[Folklore]

I often think about inner struggle between anger, depression and social anxiety against self worth, love, and acceptance. I think that if you dwell on it for just the right amount of time, eventually you will realize that life isn't necessarily about which side will win, but what you're going to do about it. I wrote a poem about inner strugle and acceptance and I hope you enjoy it.

Youthful Comromises

A thought of a night that never happened:

Bemused and bewildered; my attitude mistaken "as able as the wind."

Coursing through my veins directed upwards are

Dramatic contradictions that fuel my mind; that which

Extricate my free will into chaos.

Fingers are squelching their full extension of kindness,

Grasping upward towards the sky as if I were

Heaving the heavenly body itself up

Into the sky once more trying to

Justify my idiocy (if that is the right word for my actions?).

Killing myself for nickel or a cause…

Loving any choice I conjure as a simple idea, I am

Meandering a labyrinth of thought

Noticing supports and cheats alike in the likeness of

Opposition for healthy (?) debates with myself

Pondering life ahead.

Queen of hearts comes to light;

Requiem, pity my soul

Spits venom of false value

Tonguing with sin

Under the simple nature of man.

Virtue is there in mind, but not in heart.

Watching for opportunity to strike down further

Xenodochy or any like ideal for the greater good of my own dilemma.

Young is the right I bear as my

Zephyr blows me in compromising directions.

I hope you enjoyed reading this and I'd love to hear your thoughts on inner struggle and how you've accepted yourself or whatever other routes you've taken mentally to be where you're at.

Thanks :D