On one side, my mouth opens ready to shout On the other, it's shut, biting it's tongue. Torn by desire crushed under obligation how does one find love a superficial angel on one side and a judgemental devil on the other It's a disease I told myself If one side smiles long enough, or the other side folds I can almost blend in. Fitting in, until I had to speak. Then the farce that I was well fell down. One side shouts a guttural moan the other whispers regurgitated data. "W