When Do You Decide to be Free?

A voice to the left, a voice to the right. One belonging to the devil, the other to the angel. So which do we chose to listen to? Are they both part of us? Truly..where do we stand? Although I may not hear those voices so distinctly as watching them appear in a dream, I still have a struggle within myself. At times I'm not really sure who to listen to or what to do. Act on feelings? Act on intelligence? Act on the suggestions of others? Where do I come in?
There's this pain inside sometimes and all I want to do is yell. Run around the block. Say "go to hell" to each person I pass by. When is it that I can truly just breathe? Do I say this, do I restrain myself?
One minute I'm one person. The next, another.
A constrant struggle residing in my chest.
Emotions overcome, the mind gives in. So in a way I'm basically fucked. I don't think I know the meaning of balance, at least not at certain times.
Skepticism...there are no angels, there are no devils. There's only us. There's only me. I am more than one person. I am more than one entity.
Struggle, refrain.
Struggle, explain.
So when do you decide to be free? When do you decide that it's ok to be you, it's ok to say what you want, it's ok to let go and breathe and forget all of your thoughts. Just exist. Never. That's the answer. Never. Never will you just exist. That's simply not life.