I want to be loud, but my upbringing and endeavor are silent
I want to keep it privately, yet I want the world to see
I want to be alone, but sometimes it felt “too alone”
I want to be me, but I also want to be loved
I want the world, but I want humility
I want to be intelligent, but I kept calling myself an idiot
I want to keep people close by, but I want them to go away
I want to keep on reading, but I do not want to be overwhelmed
I want to be more, but I also want to be less
I want me, but I do not think it is enough
I want more, and I want less
I want
I want
I want
I kept on wanting
It is enough, and it is not
Paradox and me is like junk food and greasy
