Two.
Mother and father.
Pulling at me from both sides,
Tearing me in half.
Fighting myself to be good;
Not to be one,
Not to be the other.
Have tried so hard, to find,
I am both.
I am lost.
I am confused.
Fighting to see what needs to be.
I want to stay in the darkness.
It is horrible,
But it is what I know,
It is safe.
Put me out of my misery.
Skipping Out
1 year ago