Some say we all have stories already written but we are unaware of it. How every decision leads toward two options: listen to the anger on my right or compassion on my left. Both change my friendships, home, head, and life. Each moment is a clear reminder that I have two sides and both have enough power to destroy what I have worked hard to build. Too much anger leads to heartache or assault of some kind. Too much empathy makes me a spineless human.

How do I let both sides feel at ease when I’m constantly having to choose between them? I reach out for love like it’s a fleeting moment I have to chase like the bus that just drove away. I am scared to have anyone see me as I am, I am burdened with feeling. Victims of my emotions leave loved or bruised by words. I, myself, mean no harm. I know it is challenging to get close to me, but in between the powers at my side is a heart searching for more. Hoping to lower my guard enough to feel something different.