Two


“I don’t want this!”
I shook my head.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”
Every other day.
It’s not fair.

Two.
Two different places.
Two different personalities, lives.
I can’t feel my brain.
I’m in two pieces.

Choose a place.
“Pick me!  Pick me!” they chant.
Maybe I don’t want either.
Maybe I want both.
I don’t want this choice.

“I’ll rescue you.”
“You can’t rescue me!”
I scoff.
“He’s like this…” “She’s like that…”
I don’t know my own opinion anymore.

Two.
Two two too.
Too bad.
“It’s not your fault.”
I don’t want to be in the middle!

I’m so tired.
Let me rest my eyes.
I’ve been awake too long, two lives.
I don’t know where I am.
Too bad.