The two sides of myself, the two sides of the room that traps me. They try to entice me to their side, but it's too hard to choose.
One side calls me to act as I did in the past, act like I did before I was changed. It tells me to be who I was before.
I can hear it telling me to get over my pride, to accept the strange things that happen to me. It says that the truth has always been in front of me and that I only need to accept it.
The past echoes off the walls and reminds me of the good days of my past. Sometimes images flash before me, but to the other side of the room, they are considered lies.
The darker half of the room whispers of the present, the future. It speaks of the glory and power that I have gained over the years.
I can hear the cries of fear that many of my defeated adversaries yell after I've crushed them. I can almost see the same terrified look plastered on each of their faces reflect off of the wall.
The darkness, it begins to surround me when I am at my weakest. When I don't have enough strength to fight it, the darkness threatens to over take me. I try to fight it but sometimes I just can't keep it away.
I fight to stay myself, but I don't even know who I am anymore. I am so confused as to who I am, who I was.
The walls, they shout at me, telling me that I was as they describe. They are saying that they represent me.
I don't know which to believe. I cannot be good, but I won't be evil. This is all driving me insane!
I can feel it closing in on me, like walls trapping me in their stony grip.
The two sides of my mind, the past and the future of a life that's changed me. Each tries to grab my attention, but I just cannot choose.