The Wrong Form

I have the power to build or destroy. Do you want me to leave it as it is and let it slowly grow old. Like my body, I got to keep giving it the nutrition and exercise it needs or else it will shrivel up and die. Why would I want to do that in another form? I need to feed this. I take the proverb into consideration and question how I form the future through my actions, words, silence, and thoughts. I'll figure the good from the bad and the good from the evil. Some things make us and some things break us to make a better us. I want to be the best I can, but the breaking hurts. Tear drops show my sincerity. The pain that's tearing me apart doesn't feel necessary. I'm madder at myself than anybody else. "Come on man, why did you do a stupid thing like that?" Frustration boils over and forms a fist. I wonder if it's you. Don't drag your problems over me. Then I wonder if I'm getting off track cause I want to blame you. You, you, you. That's what it keeps coming back to. We want different things. I want my way and your way. Is there a balance I can have? What have I made this into? I see a formation and it looks a lot like you. - JDM