A Poem, if you can call it that

I am going to write a poem,

if it means sitting here all night

most of me wants to walk away from the keyboard,

but a fraction wants to fight

I have a million different thoughts,

bouncing around my head

something needs to be done about this,

something should said

If not,

it will be another sleepless night for me

It is an inconvenient time i will admit,

to lose my creativity

Sitting here,

trying to make rhythm and rhyme

out of feelings and thoughts,

I've ignored for some time

there is no instruction leaflet,

for life

not even those little ikea stick men,

which quite frankly are shite

but right now,

I am hardly in a place to be picky

because these internal conflicts,

to resolve are quite tricky,

Im not entirely sure why,

but i thought if i wrote them all down

my desires would reveal themselves;

allow themselves to be found,

I am not sure what i want

and I don't know who i want to be,

I long to look into the future

and see where each decision will lead,

But if there is one thing i have learnt,

It is to take the risk,

and so despite my doubts

i should do the same with this,

I'm sorry to have gone on with this poem

if you can even call it that

poetic methods and creative thoughts

it really seemed to lack.