Prisoner of War

There is only so much pretending a human being can take before the cracks start to show and the broken voice inside begins to seep out.
Whispering words of insecurity, loss, pain and despair.

There are two sides of me and each day is a constant struggle for power.
A battle of light and dark.
Shadows are creeping over everything.
I am stuck in this shell, confused as to which side I am fighting for.

Things seem grey and unclear.
The good cleans the bad and the bad stains the good.
I am trapped inside my mind with the weight of it all.
I endure the constant screaming, the torn discussions my voice has with itself.
I have lost sight of who I am underneath all this.
I don’t have much fight left in me.
Especially when I don’t have anything to fight for.

But I will go on, as I can conquer this.
I can chase out the dark.
I will try and win this war, or at least go down fighting.

I wish you could understand.