You've heard the saying that there are two sides to every story
well mine has not been told
why dose there have to be two sides to only stories
why not souls
On the outside I look like stone on the inside I feel like a puppet being controled
by the two halves of my soul
What are they you might ask
well one looks happy
but the other transforms it into woe
You see this half harbours it's dispair and transforms everything into terrible emotions
knowing that if I let go of my anger then you think all is forgiven
Well I say hell no
I will never let go
Like I said there are two sides to every story and soul
it brings me happiness that mine was finally exposed