When faced with questions true or false,
I start to sweat and chew my nails.
When asked to call the crucial toss,
It’s back and forth from heads to tails.

When time arrives to cast my vote,
I’m torn between a yes or no.
If lost, a lump grows in my throat;
I can’t decide which way to go.

Decisions fill me with dismay.
I close my eyes and blindly choose.
It seems no matter what I say
It’s all arranged that I will lose.