I am a double agent
As I cannot see which side
Is the enemy, I feel
Treacherous, know that
I am betraying, not one
But both parts of me
The individual, who
For the first time in
Six month wants to be
Alone, and the collective  
Which I have longed
To be with so much that
I cannot turn my back
On it, so I must
Betray both, in turn,
So as to keep both
Moderately  happy
I wonder how long
Till I get caught
In my own web.