Inflict

I need to lose my way To assure the path I chose isn't in disarray Too many 'Perhaps I should' kept me in dismay And too often too much too silent I lay The right thing I'm always trying to do I wonder... why do I try? The wrong thing from myself I'm trying to fool It felt good... why do I lie? We do not begin as whole We are our empty shells we fill undeservingly To be full we thought we know I was full yet so drain I am to acknowledge... me The wrong thing is what I need Rightfully wrong to know what is right Because the strongest suit can be answered weak It is afterall a poisonous medicine in every righteous’ plight Too often... too much... too silent I helplessly lay 'Perhaps I should'... mindlessly stray Because both right and wrong paths is in absolute disarray Either or neither nor... the rights and wrongs to lose a way