Unintentionally Indecisive

Updated on October 1, 2017

I am made of flesh and bone; born from a hard working mother and an absent father.

I come from many different places




Although life is not that simple.

I am more than my physical existence;

A bland repetitive personality leaving delicate smiles to ease other’s lack of comfort…

You say, “Jump.”

And I say,

“How high?”

Now I am made of more.

I am made of unintelligent, mindless banter.

I am made of poorly crafted cheap coffee taken black with my $8 cigarettes.

I am a blank stare at the cold textured ceilings of the men I trust for a night.

I am a steely and rigid glance thrown not so subtly at the people who walk too close on the street.

I am angsty music turned too loud in my apartment with paper-thin walls.

I am the bottom of a pint of Jack Daniels No. 7 Tennessee Whiskey.

And when I think of all that I am

I wish I were more simply categorized.

Shut tightly into a neat little box.

© 2017 Anne Marie Lynn


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      Israel Mercado 5 months ago

      Love this! So raw. Thanks for sharing this.

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      Louise Powles 5 months ago from Norfolk, England

      That's a lovely piece of writing.

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      shanmarie 5 months ago

      I saw your summary and know this was written a while ago, but I think it can be relateable to many people. Although feeling that way sometimes, I then think a box is not where I truly want to stay.