The war
The great war
Where personalities collide
Factions of me and me no longer hide
But this wolf I feed gone with the tide
Tis not a battle of good and bad
But of the fake smiles when I am sad
The efforts to hide the pain in plain sight
Suffer in silence the preacher was right
I take a walk down the bridge
A whole mile visible to none
Am I hot? Am I cold?
Am I a hurricane in a thousand fold?
Or what the seer had foretold
Lost in my own thoughts
A space of unanswered questions in lots
Who is the real me
Lest I know, the battle is lost.
Inoh
