At War - Poetry

At War

I am at war with myself.

Constantly.

I am sweet, kind, accepting, giving.

Then

I am mean, hateful, rejecting and selfish.

What am I?

Who am I?

I hate each form while in the other.

I am blonde, energetic, smiling.

But

I am dark, thoughtful and brooding.

I love you.

I hate you.

Light and dark collide within.

Eternally struggling.

Who am I?

What am I?

I want you.  I need you.  I love you.

No.

I desire you.  I hate you.  You need me.

I am lonely.

I love being alone.

I am at war with myself.

-Renny Hall