Torn

I am so torn

My body

Being pulled in two directions

By my mind

And heart

Which do I choose?

My choice doesn’t matter

Both sides will keep pulling anyway

Equal in their force

Smothering in their intensity

How can I escape?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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