Like a page torn, only half gone;
Like a thought born that has long worn.
Like a half baked, not yet cake;
Like semi faked, two-faced snake.
From deep below to high above,
From ugly swan to gracious dove.
From boring, sad ol' depressed me
To social loving, forced-smile freak.
Don't think too much, you'll go insane;
Impulsive dunce, please use your brain.
Go have some fun, you youthful waste,
Please think for once for futures sake.
Don't act too proud, your arrogance reeks;
Don't fear the crowd, your confidence's weak.
Oh what to do I'm torn in two,
I'm so confused, give me a clue.
What must I do to cure my rue,
I'm someone else, yet I don't know who.