Utterly compelled
my heart is confused,
and so is my head.
I guess I am lost now.
Where, oh, where do I turn?
The outgoing side everyone
loves
The quiet me that has not yet been discovered
Can only be pushed aside.
But I can't; it is the real me.
Being pulled back and forth
Is not fun.
   So who wins?
     I'm dying to know,
       Aren't you too?