To Eye, I fell weary to a moment these last two days, i see⦠being groomed by a submissive, sheltered Aquarius. A headstrong, stubborn Taurus. Iāve fallen victim to both. The soothing, side of my mother yet Iāve witnessed the weakest days of her. My father, who seeks control and must always be right, even when he knows⦠I donāt know where I fall in anymore. Iām trying to escape it. Some days Iām out of character. Then I realize, that was completely out of my control⦠for the moment. Irrational, pulling power from the simplicity of another. āYou werenāt good enoughā, flows through my sensitive ears, out of my beautiful mouth, running ugly to innocent hearts. I regret my words, then the softness of my maternal nature brews. I want closure that Iāll never receive. Trying to fix the chaos that my paternal nature created. We conflictā¦eye and eye, you and I, they and I, my eyes fall half open. Wishing to close them to escape the chaos my paternal creates. Needing to keep them open to ensure my maternal doesnāt fall into a trap. I still conflict. The victim I wish to not claim, I create more, undeserving out of momental disrupt. I shouldāve wrote it out. Maybe Iād have thought twice. Maybe Iād have walked calm. Half wall. Half glass. The finger prints trace across both. Who am Eye?