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theseloosethreads:

I am two people,
                                      Stuck in one.
One wants it all,
                   and the other wants none. 
This wants that,
                                  That wants this.
But neither truly knows,
                                    which is which.
One wants chicken,
                   and the other wants steak.
But neither knows,
                              which one to take. 
One likes them thin,
                           One likes them thick. 
Two halves of one,
                                      terrible trick.
One body,
                                         two minds.
Is it one,
                                 or two of a kind?
Opposites clashing,
                                  left versus right.
A vice grip, strangling,
                                 clasping so tight.
Compressed in one mold,
                               One body, a tomb.
Cramped up in storage,
                             with almost no room. 
Both of them screaming,
                                 Just to be heard,
But equally failing,
                               so trying is absurd. 
Cacophony of fear,
                             iron curtain of doubt. 
What are they saying?
                               I can’t make it out. 
Their voices are melding,
                      They are one in the same.
They’re both speaking nonsense,
                         and neither will change.
They’ll never stop fighting,
                        nature’s incessant taunt. 
I guess I’ll never,
                         truly know what I want.