Two of me dwells inside me.
There is a realm in my mind
in which I dare not enter.
A place I try to hide what I really am.
But what use is there in hiding?
In the end I am corned by what really rules me
and no matter what, any fight I put up, I lose.
There is no way to win.
Overtaken by sin, I finally embrace
what cannot be defeated.
And in time, whatever good
is left in me, is only enough for a mask of innocence.
A mask to hide from you, but still walk with you and be by you.
The world must never know what I am,
nor must you
because I can never be what everyone thinks I am.