“Write a poem about yourself. Due Wednesday.”

My mind was spinning.

What do I write?

Should it be happy?

Sad?

A combination of the two?

Neither?

Then my problem became my solution.

Indecisiveness.

If you know me,

you know this is one of the chinks in my armor.

I simply

cannot

will not

refuse to

am totally unable

decide.

Whether it be

What do I wear?

Where do I want to eat?

Which boy do I really like?

Never mind, I hate all boys.

Actually, boys are great.

Which college do I want to go to?

Do I even want to go to college?

Or even

Can I just sit and earn money from just that?

Every question has an equal and opposite answer.

Some say that not knowing is knowing.

Maybe the fact

that I know nothing

and don’t know anything

is what makes me so smart.

The fact that no answer

is an answer in itself.

Or maybe

I should hurry up and decide.

Maybe I want to wear black.

Maybe I want Chinese Takeout.

Maybe I don’t like either boy.

Maybe boys are horrible and great.

Maybe I do want to go to college, although sitting around and earning money is a great idea.

Or maybe-

the answers will come naturally.

Maybe I shouldn’t force it.

Or even maybe-

maybe,

I just still don’t know.