When the shadows come to dance

A glass jar...I always thought that im not made of glass and that I will not break....I can feel the 2 separate, the two distinct personalities of mine constantly clashing within in me...it is not good n bad...no its not like it's black and white....it seems to me that it is all grey....every time I make a decision it is just like rolling up a snow ball and tossing it into hell, what chance does it have? We all have a dark side in all of us, and I can feel mine creeping around the corners...