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I don't even know what I want

I sit here tonight
In my dollhouse jeans
Wednesday
Cold Wednesday
My fingers are
Messing up the pink eye-shadow
On my confused eyes
Uncertain if I want to cry
Or keep it in …
(What I've been teaching myself to do lately)
So uncertain in all I do
I've never been a person of such uncertainty
Never
And now, every choice is so complex
I don't even know what I want

~DaYnA e. 5/26/04

I was about to title this poem “uncertainty” because it made sense to do so. But I realized I cared more about stating that fact that “I don't even know what I want”.


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