The two sides of me, forever at war,
A split personality, a struggle I abhor,
Trying to maintain a facade, but what for?
When my identity crisis leaves me wanting more.
“It’s not you, It’s me,” I say with a sigh,
As I try to explain my inner turmoil, my lie,
A struggle that leaves me feeling so shy,
My dual personality, forever on standby.
One side is strong, the other is weak,
One is hopeful, the other is bleak,
A split that leaves me feeling so meek,
My identity crisis, forever unique.
The two sides of me, a battle so fierce,
A split personality, a struggle so pierce,
Trying to maintain my facade, but at what expense?
When my identity crisis leaves me feeling so dense.