My mind often trappes me,
Most of the time, we disagree with each other.
It’s not the same thing we want.
A soul that we can have a conversation with,
Or some fake compliments.
Most of the time, I am easily satisfied.
What I longing for is easy,
Yet I still feel empty.
What she seeks are illusory,
A utopian that doesn’t exist.
Two separate mindsets live in the same body.
Most of the time, I enjoy arguments.
It’s hard to find someone to listen to you.
Deep in my heart, I know she is right.
But she can’t face the cruelty of this world,
And I have to.
Sometimes I just want her to go away,
Let silence take us by the throat.
I have been dealing with myself for a long time.
And I’d rather be myself.