Making Up My Mind

Lost.
Stuck.
Confused.
Don't know what to do,
Don't know what to say.
Should I go in this direction?
Or the other way?

Perhaps this option would be best,
Or maybe this one would.
"Brain, please make your mind up."
"Oh, only if I could."

Hormones, fucking hormones.
But are they really to blame?
Maybe it's best to frame them
Than take all the shame.

For loving someone sincerely,
Yet needing to fill that space.
A stabbing feeling in my chest
That I alone cannot erase.

So, what do I do?
I write about it. Accidentally made it rhyme.
And then, maybe, eventually,
I'll make up my mind.