Inner conflict!

Consciences and instincts

the one you call the sixth sense

It's raw and it rips me apart

And makes me loose that faith

I am so sure of what I feel

Yet my eyes convince me 

That I must me hallucinating all the time

And I no more trust that inner me

Then I know the lies I hear

But how can I doubt the voices

My ears are so perfectly fine

And 'm left with not good choices

The me and the I, I have

one with heart and other with brain

Are always in war with the other

And thus I appear insane

One says and other denies

And I know the Feel is not always wrong

Sometimes I sing a happier tune

But it may be part of tragic song

So, now tell me who should I trust

The one I see-touch or one I feel

But, either side I may choose

Never leaves my side is guilt!!!!