Yes No I Don'T Know

Lately,
Not sure, I don't know.
Wait,
Ya I do, I know
Hold on,
I'm confused, can't choose
Why all the contradiction,
Who am I? I thought I knew me,
Turns out theres not one but two persons,
Which ones Dylan, fighting for control,
All day the two voices yell and scream.
I'm an ******* a nice hyoocrite,
Don't ever ask things of me, you'll leave lost,
Not closer, but farther from right and truth.
The two personalities in battle for a voice,
Help me, what is me, I'm losing grip,
Or don't it's up to you, I can't choose.
I'm cracked, it's up to you, pass the glue?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Hankins Avatar
May 28, 2021 at 8:46 AM
Interesting lines, Dylan. Don't lose your grip, for at times we all feel divided into pieces.
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