Adjusting ‘who’ you are,
for where you need to be.
Remaining neutral is just as tricky as picking sides
At the brink of who I am and who I pretend to be.
If you are not true to who you are, you will suffer in the barbs.
You can be a wolf,
It’s about standing out,
You weren’t meant for
This change requires overhauling
Knowingly and unknowingly
Showing the enemy that attack
The perfect empath for the situation,
Caught right in the middle of the fence,
The only worry though,
Hope the fence isn’t too sharp.
Being on the fence,
Is not the best defence.
Choose your side,
Loyalty to your tribe…
Is better than a temporary bribe!
To curb the deadly menace,
It’s inevitable to cross the fence.
The situation seems to be tense,
But adjusting accordingly what makes a sense
In attempts to fit in,
We’re caught up in a fence,
Between predator and prey,
Darkness and light,
Wicked and divine.
Describes us all.
You can’t get help if you don’t decide who you are
So be wise