No one will want the real me,
The real me is impossible to hide,
But what if the real me was not me at all,
And in reality, Mr Hyde.
Mr Hyde, the controlling parts,
The parts we can't deny,
He has so much power over actions,
And I'm not quite sure why.
I sometimes wonder if there could be more, than just Henry and Ed,
Belle or Hook, D'evil or Cinders, many more besides,
All fighting for control of who we are,
All tangled up inside.
Separate enteties exciting within,
All adding up to me,
If I trusted the wrong ones,
Would I ever be able to see.
Does who I trust, inside myself,
Really have effect.
On who I am and what I do,
The creation of things to forget.
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Author:
DD. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2017 03:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Probably not worth reading. But I spent the other day watching fairytales and wrote this.
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Comments1
We are all affected by who we associate with. I think here there are plenty of good souls to be positive. Great piece.
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