A broken family,
a broken life.
One with father,
the other with mother.
Both lies.
I stagger through life
pulled by the strings of fate,
like someone's marionette doll.
Never able to go my way,
only where others want.
Two paths of another's life
I must travel forever.
My own path is hazy
covered in a fog of faces.
I am trapped in a maze
that never seems to end.
Walking in circles alone.
People will never know me,
only my shadow.
I am a distant being
pulled in two directions
by two opposing forces.
My path is split.
My being torn.
In two lives i live alone
never having a place
to call my home.