Despite having
both sides of the same coin
you can’t make heads or tails
of the ambivalence.
The opposing sensations
never cancel
each other out,
to become indifference.
Instead, both emotions
carry-on and veer-off,
like you’re being
drawn-and-quartered.
Your inner monologue
is a screaming match
between two diametrically
opposed parties
who are not making any headway.
How does one make sense
of the things at their very core
not adding up?
Hell isn’t all fire
and brimstone.
Hell
is getting everything
you’ve ever wanted in life —
and it still sucks.