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Puck: Torn In Two Pieces

If only I could

She would never know

But I can

But should I?

I'm so confused

Nowhere to go

I'm trapped in a box

A slave to my own feelings

What should I do?

I'm dying inside

To see you, to know you…

To tell you

If I did, things would never be the same

Too weird

Too strange

All too different

But these feelings are different

Nowhere to run

Everywhere I turn there they are

No rock to hide under

Which should I choose?

To be with you,

Or to remain myself

It's all too hard

What is "myself" anyway?

Growing up,

I don't know who I an

I don't know who to want to be

This… experience, what is it?

New or old?

I know not

I'm losing myself to love and love's feelings.