My head is whirling. br Planning, scheming. br To formulate a strategy. br With ways to get even. br br Even. br What exactly is even? br Not possible, br To achieve. br br A war to be fought. br A battle to be won. br It’s always present. br Never ending. br br Fleeting moments, br Of joy and peace, br Are rare. br No room. br br People shy away from me. br They sense the turmoil, br Within me. br br They choose to stay away. br They have their own.