The gray area

A medium sized poem/story about the gray area. Hope you enjoy

Every single thing has its gray area.
Relationships, friendships, families, life.
But even thought it's everywhere no one really talks about it.
Why?
Nobody talks about it because they don't like it. They want it to be a yes or a no, but most definitely not a maybe.
It can't ever be a maybe.
And what's the problem with maybe?
It's not perfect.
It's that little gray area.
It's in that little area that we can't really pick a side for because it rests so perfectly in the middle that we stop trying and forget about it.
And what happens when we dont try to forget about it?
We begin to get mad at it. And when we get mad at it we start to hate it more and more everyday until we forget about it or the little gray area goes away.
But what happens when the little gray area goes away?
Well, it will wait patiently until it thinks the time is right to come back out again but what happens when it gets the courage to come back out?
The little gray area gets forced back into hiding because it is hated again for not being a perfect yes or no.
It was never the answer anybody was looking for but it still gets the courage to come back out and try again to be the right answer even after so many times of being pushed away.
But everything has its breaking point.
Right?
So if that's true, when is the little gray area going to break and stop trying to be the answer someone is looking for?
After all people only notice how much they needed something after it's already gone.
So if the little gray area stops coming back, will we start looking for it again?