I TOTALLY love this poem .. Its just perfect for me ..
I can't think of a title .. as always .. I think I should start practicing that .. :/
Anyhow, here it goes ..
The real me, stuck inside
trying to break free but unable to decide
between the wrong and right
just wanna hold on so tight
the increasing pressure of people around
their ideas and useless sounds
from time to time they keep ringing like bell
reminding me to do "what's right" rather what my heart tells
those constant arguments between my own two parts
never seem to fade and tear my mind apart
though none ever seem to win, not any side
but never do they lose their fucking pride
grinding between "I want" and "I should"
my life is screwed as much as one's could.
