heads or tails

when you told me that i was worth it i lost it
how could a being with
wild eyes and untamed hair and
a soul of full of fear and shame
be worth it?

when i told myself today that i need to end it i lost it
how could a heart full of love
a body of joy and a brain full of ideas
be worthless?

i'm so stuck in the world of predicaments
that its hard to see what i have
and decide what it means

the stars in the sky are dim within the city lights
the grass suffers to grow in a world full of metal and cold concrete
yet it still tries to sprout between the cracks in the sidewalk
and the balls of fire still burn in the universe,
ignoring our existence alltogether.

where optimism lies
is where its stomped over by hate and pain.
and where the pessimism persists
is where i find the revolutionaries at war

how i decide
could be the one who will win in the end
but i don't know which to choose.