We get torn between what we want and what we do not. It's worse when we know what we want but need to give up on it due to the people we love.

CRISES

Storms in mind , soul is drenched, 

Crises all over exasperated and tensed! 

 

Clouds of confusion invading my life, 

Peace, oh, just peace, is what I now strive. 

 

Pulling me apart are the ends of a spectrum , 

Having a freedom of choice is a luxury for some! 

 

Shouting out loud , my voice goes unheard , 

Moulding myself into what they want, definitely hurts. 

 

Battles everyday , rebellions reign , 

You and I , both are in pain . 

 

Following my heart , am I doing something wrong? 

If your's a sad ballad, mine's a tragic song . 

 

Everyday, I summon my shattered pieces, 

I'll keep my head up high , until breath ceases. 

 

You may think about my best interests, 

But my ways in life , I ought to test ! 

 

We love each other still stand on different sides , 

The end may be the same, but it's certainly a different ride. 

 

We both have masked our anxieties and fears, 

The biggest of all being losing who is dear . 

 

Patience abides yet tremors of guilt are constantly felt , 

This crises with my identity I've somehow  dealt ! 

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