A humble thought

Yet a dreary cry.

What am I to do?

Bask in the light or crawl into the shadows the destroyed truth?

Stuck between what is and what could be.

This is me.

A tear between two worlds.

One of humiliation and truths

The other of fortune and lies.

The choice grasping and tightening around my neck.

Yet I remain the chain that holds us together.

The one tempted to break.

The whining and crying of this chain that stretches and pulls.

Tugging and holding.

Trying to bring to halves to remake what was once a whole.

The side I fight to keep is the one that beas me the most.

While the other, the one I am not suppose to know, holds me close and tells me "It's okay, just let go."

How does one handle the stress such as our little chain?

The struggle of trying to keep everything afloat.

Like a boat with a hole in its' center.

I am this chain, I am this boat.

How must I choose between the ones I love and the ones I care for?

The ones that show love or the ones who beat down on me?

Simply.. I don't.

I prefer to remain here, here in the middle.

Holding onto the thin thread that's left of my once strong chain.

I prefer to have both sides taunt and bribe,

Then to choice one and become the outcast once more on the side that starts to fall.

It's okay if I hurt and cry.

It's okay if you taunt and abuse my soul and skin.

This let's me know.

I am still here and there is still a fight I must win.