Trying To Learn/Bipolar Tendencies

 
I've learned,
That my sorrow,
Has turned me into,
Dead weight.

I'm learning,
That I need to,
Either let go of this,
Or move on.

Continue to lie still,
Or run wild and free.

Allow this hurt to define you,
Or let it continue,
To misrepresent you.

I think I'm still learning.
I think I have room to grow...
But one thing is for certain,
If I don't pluck these weeds soon,
I'm going to rot away...

So, yes;
I guess I'm still learning.

But damn,
Wouldn't it be better,
To live this life,
In ignorant bliss?

I believe I'm still learning.
(Am I?)
-So I say...-
Or am I,
Just pretending...

(I'm afraid.)

I think maybe,
I'll never know...