Who I'll be tomorrow

I can feel the fighting,

Tearing my brain in two.

The two fighting for the spotlight.

Who I've repressed fighting for center stage,

Who I show to the world fighting to keep his place.

I can hear the fighting,

A bystander to my own mind's battle.

No ability to influence the outcome,

I wonder who I'll be tomorrow.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This poem depicts an inner struggle to which the speaker has devoted much introspection. The nature of the struggle is not specified, but it could be anything from a young person's desire to establish an identity to the onset of a mental illness. I sincerely hope it is not the latter.