Torn apart - decisions can be so difficult

Oh how it is to be so torn apart
Just like a string sliced by a dart
Or the wheels strewn aside from a cart
And how it just ends up bleeding my heart

To be parted by so deep a chasm
That to think of it can lead to a spasm
When things can be so real & yet seem a phantasm

When one does not know right from wrong
Just when you thought life was as smooth as a song
And when you hope it to be so long
You end up meeting a prong
Where neither path seems right or wrong
And you tend to sway all along

Oh how I wish someone could show me the light
To lead me out of my impending blight
Wish someone could see my plight
And maybe wean me away from my flight

When there is so much pressure
And there’s hardly any time for leisure
Then you have nothing left to treasure
When you’re constantly unto measure

When one side tries to convince
And they expect you to evince
Without any sign of a wince
That you would be along them ever since

And things tend to look like a mist
When tries to give you a twist
With an angelic face and a clenched fist
And they tend to persist
So that if you resist
You may be shredded like schist

And then you have the other side that insist
However they tend top desist
From grinding you like a grist
That thankfully can be such a frist

But the repercussions are very clear
You are no longer considered a peer
And never again go near
But treated like you are a shear
That can always quake a fear
And you end up as a sear
That can be so queer
And things can get so severe

That you have to rethink your career