Torn

A poem I wrote back in the tenth grade

I'm torn between two decisions, misguided in many directions.
I look at you then back at myself and wonder what I ever did to deserve this Hell.
If you could only see the person I see, maybe things would be different ... maybe my heart wouldn't bleed.
I love you but now I have to decide ... is this love worth fighting for when in the end neither one of us can happily abide?
Sitting on the steps I look to the sky and silently ask God, "Where is all your love" Why does it feel as if everything I've ever cared about is passing me by?"
Suddenly I feel a warmth surround me and I hear a whisper in my ear saying, "I haven't passed you by. I will always be here to dry your tears."
It is now that I realize all the time I have wasted all because I though my love was misplaced.
So I get up, wipe the tears from my face and tell God, "I am sorry. I should've never turned you away."