Carbonated Mindset

My Motivation to change is constantly bombarded by this juggernaut I face

everyday;

Routine

I try to speak words from the depths of my mind, but

An acid burns my throat;

No words break free

I smile, but my mouth is in love with the frown

that turns him down;

Rejection

Am I the red rose eager to be picked?

Am I a weed avoiding the clip?

I don’t feel worth more than a penny,

but I fool people that I am priceless.

My motives are as complex as flying to the moon.

I feel like the astronaut that left Earth too soon.

_________________BUT___________________

I would rather struggle then be born a diamond.

I was born carbon which promises choices.

I can choose my life and transform into

Graphite

Dust

Or even a diamond.

I am unsure of what I will become and

unsure of what I want, but

I was born carbon;

I get to choose.