Maybe We're All Wrong...

Are you happy? Are you breathing?
Are you distracted by the things your feeling?
It's so hard sometimes
To climb out of one's mind.

Do you obsess?
Must you confess?
And spend the week
An anxious mess?

Does it make you better
For not keeping it inside?
Or do you kick yourself
For being unable to homogenize?

Should I shoot my shot,
If someone's giving me grief?
Or should I bite my tongue,
In the name of peace?

Do I want a storm within,
Or a storm without?
Cataclysmic either way.
Do I run or do I stay?