Hovering somewhere between what's expected and what's honest.
It doesn't suit us.
For our convictions are strong and our opinions sure,
yet they constantly collide.
I am not who I was
and I think now that I never truly knew you.
You, who I worshiped
and idolized
and aspired to be.
But all I can be is me.
I think you might resent me.
Do I resent you?
I think perhaps I do.
What is it that drives us to such dividing points?
Extremes as far as east from west
and the chasm between limitless?
Is it an instinctual need?
To be more, to be best?
Or do we each in our insecurity
give in to the temptation
of tearing down the other's core stability?
We fight a silent war
as our truths remain behind closed lips
at the cost of preserving peace.
Perhaps we should cease.
Yet life is simply our stage
and we each have a role to play.
And God knows we both crave the spotlight,
for we are each a leading lady.
We've had a hard run, you and I,
and I long for rest.
Yet the ending remains unwritten.
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