Edward Nigma

If my loyalties were iron beams,
would they bend under tremendous wieght?

If my love were made of light,
would it be a warm glow, or a fiery blaze?

If my dreams turned into nightmares,
would that be an improvement?

If my sadness controlled the weather,
would I need to go build an arc?

If I could focus all of my rage into one word,
what would that one word be?

If I filled a room with my insecurities,
would I need a warehouse?

If I gave a name to all the things I hated,
would it be the name of a person?

If my life is just a series of questions,
what are the answers that are waiting for me?