Balancing midst them both, two lives at once.

Split down the middle and torn at the seams.

Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing the ones

who know only one side of things.

 

Confliction, a way of life down to the core.

From every angle, two people ‘twould seem.

Not yet discovered a way to be more,

so both lives are not but a dream.

 

Illusions, acts on stage, fulfilling roles.

Wondering how it would be.

Letting it melt to one, fill in the holes,

and finally just become me.

 

I wish it were simply that simple to do,

but both sides are set in their way,

and fully expect me to be the one who

they need at the end of the day.

 

But only so far can a double life go

before the stretch tears you in two.

And you cannot hide the blood, everyone knows…

but no one knows quite what to do.