Why am I torn by the way that I feel,
never quite knowing just what is real.
Wanting a dream and living a lie,
words they scar they then make me cry.
Doing for others as im expected to do,
refuse to accept this life here with you.
Just wanting to do what I feel is right,
seeing possibilites when im alone in the night.
Being pulled by my fate to do what I must,
and put my destiny in the one that I trust.
me....