18. Oh Well: Standing in the Ashes of Two Roads.

I’m pissed off.
Tired of talking the talk.

I had my way, one that wasn’t yours. You didn’t agree with it. You thought your way was better. So, I did what many of us do: I adapted.
I bent to fit a situation that was unfamiliar, uncomfortable, foreign.

Now here I am.
Your way didn’t work.
But too much time has passed for me to return to mine.
I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing that fits.

And there you are,
sitting comfortably on the outside,
looking in and saying,
“Well, your way worked. Mine didn’t. Oh well.”

Oh well?
OH WELL?
What the hell am I supposed to do with “Oh well”?

Once again, it’s me against the world.
I need to figure this out on my own,
because the truth is, no one else really gets it.
Not the inside. Not the outside.
Not the in-between I’ve been forced to live.

The fire of rage has calmed now.
And maybe now, just maybe, I can see a new path.
The old one is gone.
The better one never was.
So what’s left?

A new one?
My own one?
Let’s see.