Torn

Is it right to be feeling this?

Is it fair to make me choose?

Why does it feel I will never be whole?

Best of both worlds is an impossible affair

No matter what, something is lagging

Is it the outcome of imperfection?

Or just unorganized attempts?

Am I over reacting?

Is my fault? My sensitivity?

Nonetheless,

It is forever my pain.

Is it pride, or self-worth?

Why can I not be stable with my own thoughts?

Why is it pain that make me pour?

Why is it pain that makes you feel?

Cherish the laughs.

Respect the pure emotion released through tears.

Grab tight of what you love.

Why can I not do this?

Why do I feel so alone?

Do I ask too much?

Or can I not express my love?

Why do they leave?

Why do they move on,

While I’m left, still holding on,

Still hoping they care,

Still wishing I matter.

Why can I not balance?

Why does it hurt so much?

Am I spread to thin?

Am I already torn?


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