Torn

I am torn between two poles,
Wondering what role to play
As the day unfolds its way.

Who do you want me to be?

What now did you come to see?
How can I truly be free?
How can I really be me?

I am torn between two sides,
Not knowing where to abide;
And you just sat down and cried.

But you know how much I’ve tried!

Please, now give me my nickel;
I’ll get out of this pickle,
Ere death comes round with sickle!

Note: Poem is Double Sevenfold

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