Without a Choice.

looking in the mirror, emotions weaker than love and fear. thats what they tell me. and im staring into aryan eyes, matching the paint of the walls. pale cold fresh, reflecting porcelain white sinks. i didnt ask to come here, to be born in a land of snow, winter a constant state in both season and mind. dotted with the fight for freedom. i didnt ask to come not only to this house, but to the town, the province, the country. im not the one to blame, to spit upon, to call dirty, ignorant stupid. i didnt want anything, just as you didn't. and here we stand, torn between two worlds, on the brink of tearing into more. no identity, too many fights. my hands and eyes weaken, i can't create anything more. nothing has been our choice. but now the decision lies in our hands.