I am drawn towards two different things,

a battle

of knowledge and heart,

in which I am losing.

The struggle of maintaining both only hurts.

But do I care if I am judged cruely?

Or do I wish to please the imaginary?

to gain their statisfaction so I can live

"morally"

Whoever defined morals did not define me.

But who will I choose to please.

My sould is a rope,

torn in the middle

my hands barely gripping either end.

I know I have to let go of one,

but once my hand releases I'm done.

I understand one brings joy, but harship

I comprehend the other brings a lack of hapiness that i can

Never

truely

fulfull

but peace.

Which me will I choose to please.

The one I want

or the one I see.