(Not a haiku)

As I try to describe the woes I feel inside,

I cannot hide some snide resentment that might reside

somewhere beneath my pride.

My experience in this election has been a roller coaster of emotions. The extreme amount of distaste I feel for my political system at this point is immeasurable. Had it not been for a discussion with my best friend about his opinion, I might not have been able to convince myself to vote. Dependent as that may sound, his words, resonating with me still, gave me a bit of clarity. He told me he was going to vote for a particular candidate and not because he liked her, but because the idea of our electoral college votes going to Donald Trump would defeat any sense of pride that writing in Bernie Sanders or Jill Stein would give. I know I will never hang out with these candidates or know them on a personal level, so whether or not I like who they are is irrelevant. In consideration of my vote, the question at hand is of qualification and who (on the ballot) is most deserving of the position.

My First Time Voting

Thought It’d Be Satisfying

Not Keep Me Crying

Bernie Engaged Me

Then Later He Asked That We

Vote For Hillary

Trump Is Tyrannic

He Invokes Fear To Control

A True Demagogue

Gary Johnson Is

The Libertarian Vote

But He's Not For Me

Though Jill Stein Is Nice

Politics Can Be Brutal

And Unrelenting

North Carolina

Does Not Recognize Write-ins

Just Three Choices Then

President Aside

Voting For A Governor

Was Satiating

Wanting To Matter

Contradicts The Action Of

Not Voting At All