I am drawn towards two different things,
of knowledge and heart,
in which I am losing.
The struggle of maintaining both only hurts.
But do I care if I am judged cruely?
Or do I wish to please the imaginary?
to gain their statisfaction so I can live
Whoever defined morals did not define me.
But who will I choose to please.
My sould is a rope,
torn in the middle
my hands barely gripping either end.
I know I have to let go of one,
but once my hand releases I'm done.
I understand one brings joy, but harship
I comprehend the other brings a lack of hapiness that i can
Which me will I choose to please.
The one I want
or the one I see.