Poem of Green

***titled poem of green because it was written in green pen***

How can I trust what I want to say when the words
I want to feel won't come out?
Nothing feels right, looks right, sounds the same.
A jumble of mixed emotions

THIS. POEM. FAILS.

My world is turned topsy-turvy
and ten different kinds
of upside down

I'm a screw-up
I'm amazing
I'm a loser
I'm perfect
I'm a ho
I feel GREAT

It's like fire and ice,
but if I keep trying to force the two
separate parts of
myself together

I'll melt