Split

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Frowns and sighs as I pass by.
A disappointment once,
Twice? And now a third time.

Torn on what to wear,
A shirt and tie,
To be called a guy.
Cardigans and flowers,
And suddenly I'm a girl.

An oversized hoodie is my daily wear,
I impulsively cut and dye my hair.
I'm two on the inside,
Only one can survive with the resource that is I.
But I've split my self equally and now I can bearly hear myself think clearly.

Week after week I change my style.
I feel suffocated, like I'm going to die.
It's all black and white.
"It's out of spite,"
She can't pick a side.

And so, she falls into the great divide.
Who, what, when and why are you.



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