Torn

I am torn, in the middle, I can't be sewn Ripped from the difference of knowing right and wrong In this world full of riddle I am lost, give me time to find myself I am somewhere where there would be answers, to all the questions never solved I was once a scholar and a know it all, there seemed to be a brighter future for me but the wrong company which I got, the booze and party till early morn I am torn into pieces of different shades the color of black and grey these are the new shades of me, once I made rainbow with these hands and now all I can do is put these hands on my face and cry to myself, grieve and pray. Somewhere along the road I know I am a better man. I am torn between coins the heads or tails, whichever way I am toss I make someone lose, but along this line someone wins too. I am torn in to two the different side of the mirrors, where I can see a half of me and other is disappeared Standing there wanting myself back but never did I saw that part of me where I felt totally complete. But it is the process that is fixing me, I may ask for forgiveness from those I hurt the most but I am torn what to apologize for the guilt or the things that I never meant to say.