I Do

Contemplating, just waiting
Just wait.
I do this, I do.
I know I do
- but what do I do?

Controlling you?
    I think not. Not anymore.
It's worse than that.
    It's not you, it's me.
Now, now it's me.

Sabotage my own quarters,
Cutting into to quarters,
        thirds -
   I'm a half.
The one side I want,
    and the one side I'm not.
- I can't be
        but I suppose I am.

I do that, I do
     but what do I do?