Two Sides

Two Sides

Two sides
Pulling me apart
Be perfect, not
Be smart, not
Be amazing, not
Be an image, not
Be yourself, not

Two sides
Pulling me apart
Telling me to be perfect
Telling me to be smart
Telling me to be amazing
Telling me to be a certain image
Telling me to be yourself

Two sides
Pulling me apart
They tell me to be all these things
At the same time they are telling me not to be
They say be perfect but they say there is not such thing
They say be smart but they say being smart is not everything
They say be an image of something but they say be unique
They say be yourself but they say don’t
They say you must conform

Two sides
Pulling me apart
Which should I believe, which should I do
What can I do
There are two sides
Pulling me apart
I know who I am and what I want to be
But I am being pressured to turn into something I am not

Two sides
Pulling me apart
I can’t
I won’t
I will not give in
I must stay strong
I must keep going
I must

Two sides
Pulling me apart
What should I do?