I’m stuck in the middle
I look to my right and I see my life, the one I share with other people, the one other people witness, and the one you would call real
I look to my left and I see my life, the one only I know, only I see, the one who seems unreal, and the one I would call imaginary
I want to run towards the left, but something strong keeps pushing me back to the right
I’m stuck in the middle looking at both sides, losing myself in one, but belonging to the other.