• Utterly compel
    my heart is confuse,
    and so is my head.
    I guess I am loss now.
    Where, oh, where do I turn?
    The outgoing side everyone
    love;
    The quiet me that have yet been discovered’
    Can only be pushed a side.
    But I can’t; it is the real me.
    Being pull back and forth
    Is not fun.
    So who wins?
    I’m dying to know,
    Aren’t you too?