An In between

I'm listening to myself talk, and I think I have at least 3 different people arguing inside my head.  Three people who love three different things, who act differently, who want different things.

A writer, a lover, an artist maybe?

the writer who only really speaks of one person.
the lover who's met the (imaginary) one.
and the artist who will never forgive himself.

shame.
hope.
peace?

I wonder.  Will I persist?  Will my happiness persist?  Or is that imaginary too?