"My Two Faces"
Dear friend is that really you?
I say your name but it no longer rings true.
Who are you dear child, What is your real name.
Are you happy with your self proclaimed fame?
Yes people know me that much is true
But the me they see, is actually you
They see a goof, a charmer, a clown you see
But that me is you, it’s really not me
Great grades, good friends all while lazing
You must think you’re really quite amazing
But at the end of the day who cares if you're right
You’re still alone, each and every night.
A night of writing seeking to find yourself
When you look in the mirror you see someone else
A person superficial judging a lot
But who am I to say that, I am what you’re not
Ahh that’s right I’m I, and you, you
We share a lot that much is true
We share nothing that’s also quite right
The me of day and the me of night
You exist at day when people play
The me that keeps sadness away
You’re entertaining, funny to a fault
But what’s the point when you’re all you've got
Then at night when it’s just you and you
The true me comes out of his cocoon
The Hyde of your Jekyll that’s me you see
The one who really knows how you can be
Who are you child what is your purpose
Bringing sadness despair, keeping me hopeless
The side of me that no one knows
Who communicates solely by written prose
Hide him deep that’s what society says
Males are hard, no time for tears
But push me down as much as you like
For I am you and I’ll torture you at night
Posted Oct 8, 2018, 12:07 AM UTC