Contraditions Are Key To Being Me.

You look at me.
A minority.
Being my own contradiction,
Is my main priority.

Wasteful thinking,
Trashful thoughts,
All without blinking.

Situations lead to loss,
Loss leads to the situations.

What is love without hate?
Give without take.
Loss without gain.
Pride without shame.

Float like a butterfly,
Sting like a bee.

What is need without want,
Want without need.

Nothing among something,
Something among nothing.
You and me,
Me and you.

Different as black and white,
Sweet and sour.

Let this be my final hour.
But my story lives on as I rot away.
Living and rotting all in the same day.

Sometimes you pray
Sometimes you curse.
You look to the Lord,
When worse comes to worse.

Not me I cant,
No religion for me.
I have my own beliefs,
That include only me.

Opposites on the scale,
You and me.

To me your perfect,
To you Im perfect.
Totally different,
Yet too much the same.

How are you a contradiction,
You may ask,
Look at me,
Then you'll see.

Look deep into my eyes,
Just to see a shallow surprise.
Watch me closely,
To see me be so far away.

A few more of these and we've got me.
But I never can seem to find an end,
To the list of contradictions.

Maybe the list ends where it began,
So the beginning is the end.