Barefooted crossroad

I stand barefooted at a crossroad
split in two ways
My mind wonders
the worlds in a haze

I look down a path
the end looks grim
the path looks easy
but it will tear me limb from limb

i stare down this path
friends stand there waiting
to make me a line
and make me stop hating

My eyes go right
this end looks brighter;
the road so much harder
but i know im a fighter

i gaze down this path
rocks sharp like knives
i take a few steps
my family fears for their lives

but yet here i stand
pulled down both ways
which way do i go,
i cant even say.

**please dont judge on my grammerical errors.**