In the middle of reality and a lie is where I lie

Unbelievably comfortable in the sea of my own uncertainties

As I stand, I am weighed down by the need to choose and make decisions

I am thrown over and over, swept under carpets of  yeses and nos and maybes

I am forgotten and seen all at the same time

I am known and heard and unseen and unheard

I am stuck in the middle of the woes that weigh me down and the woes that pull me up

In the middle of it all, is who I have to choose, who I have to be, what I need to know

In the middle of it all, is where I lie unable to move, be, and become