Somebody's Fool

When my thoughts aren't clear or decisive
I falter and fall into a pit of despair.
I become open to any persons suggestions
and usually fall into the beguiler's care.

I know that I'm indecisive and gullible,
and I trust people too easily,
and when I do fall fowl of a trickster,
people laugh, or castigate me.

My mind is so unpredictable and unreliable,
I can't trust it to do what's right.
It nearly always makes the wrong decisions,
then my conscience keeps me awake all night.

Sometimes my headaches, with the turmoil
of my conscience and mind at war.
They continually argue for supremacy,
and I inevitably make the wrong call.

I rarely feel that I'm my own person,
I'm a marionette of my mental state,
I do wish life could be much simpler
with nothing important at stake.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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