On a War with myself

A part of me wants to give up but a part of me wants to go on. A part of me says to fight back while a part of me says to remain silent. A part of me holds me back when a part of me wants me to soar high. Just like this, a war with myself began. A part of me hides my feelings and puts on a fake show while a part of me express every single feeling I hold. A part of me yells in frustration when a part of me tells me to keep control. A part of me wants to go out of way but a part of me keeps the balance. Just like that the war with myself had come to rest. When a part of me loses, the other fights back and the war continues..

A part of me is a puzzle to me while the other is an open book. A part of me gives me negativity while the other fills me up with hope. A part of me comforts me when a part of me breaks down. Just like that the war with myself goes on..

The war wont cease to exist unless all of me is satisfied. But alas this insatiable part of me restrains me from ending this cold war and so just like always, I'm on a war with myself...

Did something come out of the war? Did it make any change?

That's yet a mystery, a mystery within myself.