Civil War

What is this feeling inside?
It wants to come out,
But I want it to hide
For I don't know what it's about.

I feel it twisting,
I feel it groaning,
My brain starts stinging,
My heart starts moaning.

Thus begins the conflict.
My brain is in a fall,
And my heart is licked,
But in the end, nothings wrong at all.

It is all a conflict of interests from the start.
A conflict between my brain and my heart.