Dilema

Am I poison?

Or am I a remedy?

'Cause sometimes,

If feels like both to me.

Am I a curse?

Or am I a charm?

'Cause you may have struck gold

But there's a bullet in your arm.

Am I a nightmare?

Or am I a dream?

'Cause your sleeping with a smile,

Waking with a scream.

Am I the cold?

Or am I the cure?

Cause every now and then,
I rest unsure.