the two extremes

you're torn between two extremes
and there is no medium.

to become a caged box
a mystery, a lock
with no key
pandora couldn't open you
if she tried.

or
something expected
like an open fucking book
a ballot
a confession box in church
something to be scrutinized
under magnified eyes.

the first
brings you nothing at all
safety, yes
but nothing you thrive on

and the second
brings you misery
brings you yourself
[born wednesday, fill with woe]

you don't know which appeals more to
you
so you'll stick yourself
in the position that hurts the most
and that is

be nothing
and nowhere
at all.