Poetry 6.7

Mug stamped on my forehead.

Decision for self development
Twisted to a corner
Trapped under circumstance
Manipulated guilt
“MUG” stamped in big bold capital letters on my forehead.
The only choice presented bounces back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth in my head until my heart has a constant beat to panic.
I know what I want…
I think I know what might be better…
But if it doesn’t work?
The uncertainty creates doubt and fear…
Caught like a gullible mouse to a business feline.