A battleground within, where shadows play,
My mind, a tempest, swept away.
Two sides contend, a fractured view,
A tangled web, of me and you.
One voice whispers, "Hold onto hope,"
The other claws, to make me slope.
A yearning heart, a clouded mind,
Two warring realms, hard to find.
Is peace a dream, or just a plea?
This constant struggle, endlessly.
A silent scream, a hidden tear,
A labyrinth of doubt and fear.
By AI