Even Flowers Wilt.

I'm halfway,
To seeing eye to eye,
& throwing this all away.
I'm halfway,
To wanting what you want,
& taking what I say is best.
I'm halfway,
To being halfway there,
& turning around to go the other way.
I'm halfway,
To wishing you the best,
But secretly calling you trash.
I'm halfway,
To feeling done with all these issues,
& pushing them back into their corners.
I'm halfway,
To just accepting it all as "fate",
& saying "this is just Satan's bait!!"
I'm halfway,
To being no where near halfway close?
& no where near where I began.
I'm halfway,
To realizing that this is all just Satan's cruel joke,
& that it's not my own desire.
I'm halfway,
To the point where I want to understand
& halfway to feeling like I almost do.
I'm halfway,
To being rejected, spat on, & trampled,
& I'm halfway to the point of not caring if I am.
I'm halfway,
To accepting myself,
& others as well.
I'm halfway,
To not caring what others say about my life,
& halfway to caring about what I say about others.
I'm halfway,
To being considerate,
& halfway to the point of no longer hating anyone.
I'm halfway...
To part of the way.