Please Shoot the Messenger

Some write of darkness,
of pain, suffering, and plight
whose agony knows no bounds or end.

Others pen tales of daffodils, birthdays,
and sunshine, freshly baked cookies,
devotion, friendship and love a plenty.

But my story is not so simple
as light or dark, happy or sad.
I cannot be put to float in a single boat.

I am nine hundred thousand extremes,
fighting for their place
at a table that seats only eight.