Torn

The life I live is keeping me from living my life,
All I want is calm, All I get is strife,
Life has become a double edged knife,
I'm helpless, dancing to the tune of its fife,

Stuck between these two different ends,
I've lost count of enemies, there are no friends,
Life in such horrid ways bends,
The pain, the agony, only ascends,

What I want to do and what has to be done,
They are not the same, they are not one,
No matter how far, how fast I run,
Life doesn't stop using me for it's fun,

I've tried to hide, tried to run away,
It finds me again the very next day,
Pulls an unwilling me back to the fray
Still I believe this will end some day.