Truisms In Life

Sometimes she feels like a half

Baked cake

Pulled out of the oven before

Alarm went off

Browned on top, gooey inside

Totally inedible

Maybe it's conditioning of the

Environment

Half knowledge, half superficial,

Lacking in depth 

Does this happen to those whose roots

Lie in the soils of a different land?

Branches grow under the sun elsewhere

Mixed loyalties arise

Identity crisis creeps into the mind as to

Who am I?

This dilemma exists eating their insides

All the time

Half a person, with divided loyalties, cannot

Be whole, nor pretend to be fine.