Every day I fight myself,
I doubt and I am sure,
i am happy and sad.
In this period I am full of uncertainties,
Every day I feel convinced to do one thing,
but I doubt what I want,
because the struggle to obtain it is arduous.
I suffer and I tell myself that I shouldn’t,
which I would not like.
I fight between two different wills,
between the one that tells me to quit
and that says not to.
I don’t know who will win here,
surely it’s always me,
so I win regardless.