Torn
Torn between life and death;
Light and dark;
Knowledge and stupidity.
Torn between security and paranoia;
Sureness and confusion;
Feeling so alone,
And yet, being all as one.
So alone and so misunderstood
An open mind contained
In a closed-minded realm.
Criticized and ostracized
By all of those around me.
So I write in a little book
Searching for my light, my path.
Not knowing what I know
What is truth, and
What I see
Who am I?
What is fact?
What is fiction?
Who is for me?
Who is the new?
Who is the true?
What am I saying?
What can I do?
Who is my god/goddess?
Where is my shoe??
~Rhiannon 9/16/98
