When I’m in the middle
I’m too far right.
When I’m backing up
I’m leaving the scene of the fight.
It’s always the scene that creates the diversion
The crash that always settles the score
One diversion away from a deal
One night stand away from being a whore.
I’m one second too late from the sale
One minute longer and he would have made up his mind
One hour later they would have taken my offer
One day after they’ve already signed.
They always say I’m crazy doubting what’s real
But what am I supposed to believe?
One second after I accepted the deal
They decided it was time to leave.
So I stand in the middle of nothing
Hoping someone will point me the way
Wishing someone would decide that I’m worth it
That I would be their reason to stay.
Where I stand I is in opposition
Sometimes of reality itself.
What one person find so endearing
Another dusts once a week on a shelf.
Josephine Ranes 
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