There are two persons
who grew inside of me
Both of who I'm certain
Will never ever agree
One could grant me guarantee
One could chase away the anger
I wish they could sit and have tea
Find some way they could both keep me anchor
Oh how I love the passion, the fire and the hate
The relief of being who I was meant
The feeling of superiority that's simply great
I just adore being sound and kept but bad and bent
But a human portion knows I am distracted
And strains to help
This person who can pull me out of reaction
call out in screams and yelps
I love both
But their voices overlap
They stunt me from growth
but all the same fill an empty gap
Could it be possible to save each one?
Could I function with two?
I know neither and I know none.
but from the cardinal I love you
And hate you too.