Split in half is my mind Into two- blue and pink No matter how much I try to bind Or try to embed or shrink They both go their separate ways Like two poles of a magnet So different yet so similar Blue's the one who wants me to survive Contrary; pink doesn't want me to thrive You could say it was all contrived You'd think one is better than the other But you're wrong; both are obnoxious Screaming and yelling is all they do together Although it's sad- let me tell you this wasn't precocious They both go their separate ways Blue and pink of course tears apart But they beat inside one heart Although the story resumes I'd still like to dare and assume That one day they'd both bloom Drawn together by a magnets pull A pretty purple.