To say short there's nothing to define me because I'm always two and what I do too is two because I'm never one and I can't be one and I don't know which one to be because I'm stuck in the middle being dragged and pulled and attracted to one or the other. There's no one to save me; There's no one to help me; There's no one to understand me; Well even you won't understand me because we misunderstand everything, everything. And that's why I hate everything that exists and what I like does not exist All I want is to be alone and that's want you don't give me you keep pushing me forward all the time and you don'T know what I want You've got to leave me alone to solve and untangle myself and that's what I want. What I want is peace. Still you don't understand me because you would think there's so much to say about me when there's actually nothing in this long poem. Still you'll continue to misunderstand and confuse me because I'm myself.