Indecisive

A tag of war of rivals amid reciprocal sways
My head and heart on floating question stains
Innocent, naïve which might will I surrender to?
Whose aroma will my sense be persuaded to?

Pushing and pulling, I felt so defenseless
I had no power over my obedience
The inconsiderate thieves snatched my right
I couldn’t craft a step, a move, and an answer

How precious am I whose worth is to be robbed?
An offer like a blood to a thirsty vampire throat
What am I? A hand-friendly basketball
Elastic from anyone’s hand security

How I wish my mouth wasn't stitched
I could shout like an echoing bell kinetically
Their ears would be plucked angrily like a gong
Frightened, choice less- they returned my gold