Swing Vote

It's like a election these days. The campaigning never stops in this household. He's always trying to prove himself above her, pros and cons constantly weighing themselves out. They always advertise how much better they are, how much better they suit me, how much happier I will be if my choice is in theirf favor. At my ankles, they beg at me like a puppy for food, pouting and pressuring me. But I know the truth; I know that I will never be happy with either of these unruly candidates no matter the advantages. Thinking of them makes me want to turn from their wicked desires and run far away, never looking back and never slowing down. I want to escape the lies they have told me and the promises they have broken, but I know I can't; this entire election depends on me. The vote is in my hands, the future for this territory decided by me. It's evil is inescapable and will follow me the rest of my days. No matter how far or fast I can run or where I can hide, it will always hover over me like a dark and rainy cloud. Lies swoon around in my head and ring in my ears; how can I make this decision when neither are worthy? What have these demons done to deserve my vote? What lies do they expect will persuade me? Neither are greater than the other, but equal. Their bad politics have shown enough of their true colors for me to really know how low they shall both venture to win my heart. But what can I do other than sit alone and count down the days to election day? I can only hope for one day, these poor sinners can lay down the signs and the banners, the lies and the broken promises, and the bad politics they have brewed. Mother and father will battle no longer when this election is over.