The other me is kind,
helpful and smart.
The other me enjoys her life
and lives it with a smile.
The other me dances in the wind,
her dress spinning around.
The other me is happy with who she is,
and everyone around.
The other me is faithful,
Almost to a flaw.
She put her hand to her heart as she lives again once more.
This me however, he's a monster.
Flawed, jealous and unworthy.
He hides this all in shyness
and keeps it all inside.
I tried to be the other me.
However, the others judged me
"Why you wearing that?"
They say as they stare at me.
The other me would be proud
And say "This is who I am!"
But he's timidness holds him back.
As he just bottles it all inside.
He dreams to be her
The proud and kind person
But little does he know she dreams to be like him.
- Author: Endertide (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 4th, 2018 01:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments1
Another heart felt writing, reminding me of times before I moved to Brighton.
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