Worlds apart

I split myself into two peoples
And built many walls between the two.
I built the walls, with no bridges…
The two worlds, bidding each other adieu

They were isolated for many years
Due to the neighbors they had feared
For all this time I don’t know where I lived,
In the world of light, or the realm of darkness.

I couldn’t tell the difference between two worlds
Nor could I live in any one of them.
There was the world where people would never cry,
And the with dark clouds and a pitch black sky

They were one and the same, they formed one person,
It was me, I was the king of those two worlds
But I never led the people of those heaths
Both worlds hated me for that.

I tried to live with both masks on
But both returned to where they came from.
Now I don’t even recognize my face, my reflection
But that what happens, when you have depression