Trapped in 2 worlds. An entry to both sides with only 1 that plans out. Door number one is all about what’s meant to be, having a family, but crossing out me. Me is who I can’t seem to find. Being trapped behind door number 2 not sure if this is what I’m supposed to be going through. Lost split into 2, reaching for an answer in order to find you. Who is you? You is me, a part of me that only myself can see. A rampage beginning fighting to fit in, fit in where it all began. Who am I? I am me. Me sending out a plea, god please I beg of thee. Free me from you and you of me, to be united as one for eternity. Locking 1 door and throwing away the key in order to free me so I can be who I need to be. Will this answer all my questions, clash between all my confusion? I am no longer trapped, I am clear to see, see that it’s not you, it’s only me. Me to be free, free of thee. That way I can be all that is me.