My insanity is fighting me
My emotions are battling
It's like there's two of me
A warrior and a pacifist
A predator and a prey
No part of me is one
All of me is different
If you split me there would be two opposites
One would be angry, lustful, happy, excited and the part of me you like
But the other
Shy, sad, depressed, sentimental, and the parts you find annoying
But you lose part of me
My creativity so you could split me
and take away my creativity
To get rid of my artistry and poetry
But why remove the only perfect part of me
