sometimes the weight of my emotions is so hard to bare.
swerving in and out of conscious thoughts
like i exist in two worlds.
two Me's.
but neither of them know each other.

one of ME has a head full of lies.
believes all that is wrong,
sees only the bad,
and plays a victim.
that Me doesn't want to be happy.
that Me doesn't want to change.

another Me is full of hope.
accepts things for what they truly are,
finds the light in every shadow,
and plays the hero.
that Me couldn't be held down.
that Me is wild and free.

I'm confused in my head.
one side of me is ripping from the other.
my body, an empty stage
where two Me's fight for my next scene.
constantly changing
the way i think, see, and feel
and often times,
i hardly find it possible
for the both of me to meet.
to make one singular connection.
one singular understanding.
one singular idea.
one singular feeling.
for an outsider,
it may be hard to conceive
all the action going on behind my eyes.
i would imagine it'd be hard
for one of them to make
one SINGULAR connection
with one of me,
anyways.