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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am told Hamlet's problem was his hesitation. But was it really? Perhaps he wasn't hesitating — perhaps he simply could not bring himself to avenge his father. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t. Not because he was a coward, But because he didn’t know how to be anything other than a self-saboteur. Even when he knew what to do, his self-doubt would win. Even when Claudius' face confessed his sins during the play, He was still overpowered by his fear of uncertainty. Or maybe... maybe he really was a coward. A coward who sabotaged himself in every way possible. And yet, I still defend him. I defend him because I see myself in him. I am no royal, nor have I endured what he did. But I am a coward — a coward who sabotages herself, every single step of the way. Even when things are simple, I complicate them. But when they’re complicated, I want them to be simple. Because that is who I am. I am paradoxically inclined. I am healing from my pain, But in the process of "healing," I hurt myself even further. I yearn for peace of mind, But I keep inserting myself into chaos. I crave love, But I reject it without a second thought. I long to be held, But I hate being touched. I fancy to see a smile in the mirror, But all I find is a downward expression. I wish to be heard, But I never speak up. I ache for understanding, But never express myself. I desire a sense of security, But give in to every reckless impulse. I stress about the future, But do nothing to change it. I need to breathe, But the air always gets caught in my chest. I long to be happy, But all I can think about are sad thoughts. I want to live, But all I ever think about is dying. I am as contradictory as the moon and the sun— Torn between light and shadow, Yet both define who I am.
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