The War of Choice

My body is a country,
constantly enduring a civil war.
My mind is divided into the vicious armies,
of me, myself, and I.
The worst part of being at war with yourself?
No matter which side wins,
you still lose.

There is a constant headache,
as the two sides clash in a violent battle for dominance.
One side for a life you're not sure is worth living,
one for a death you aren't convinced to die.
Both sides screaming at you to choose, choose, choose.

No one can see the battle
that rages behind my eyes.
The slow, painful, draining fight,
for two equally terrifying outcomes.
And no guaranteed peace on either side.