Am I a two faced?
Am I a two faced? I ask myself...
My mother tells me I cannot tell when you lie anymore
my firends tell me hanging out with you is fun and annoying but with sports you're something else
You get mad too easily and cry alot my sister says
then you try to act brave and all smart
I smile and laugh alot I tell myself
Am I not a happy person
but behind the wall I am something else.
I look in the mirror and saw two sides
the one I call me is mixed inbetween
my dark side I believe that shows when I feel threaten or annoyed
spits out remarks and fire that stabs daggers into the threat
even if it is family or firends
my face molds and frowns while my eyes narrow and shoots lasers into the human
my mouth is quick to act pulling out knives, bows and arrows anything to draw blood
I look for mistakes faults and information that makes them tick
hoping that mark is fatal I watch them tumble and trip
trying to fight back or talk me out of it
when the fight is done and blood flows
my pride rises and I go
leaving them to lie and sleep in their blood not even looking back not once
I get scars and pain too during battle am I not a solider too?
They can try to bring me down but in the end I gloat or smirk at them
like some crazy man
is that really who i am?
the other side of me looks for affection and kindness
even to smile at strangers and joke around with them
flirting and kind gestures I make while the other side of me takes
it takes that person's trust gathering info, saving it till its that unfaithful day
when I might use it like a boomerang
I give false info and lie about myself
to a point that I wonder when do I tell the truth
I don't trust anybody no even myself
what is going to happen to me soon
soon later right now I don't care
I know what pulls my puppet strings are them my emotions
they swell and stir in my heart, my switch so fast
like a stoplight I change from being naughty to nice
I behave good, and go out of my way to help others
I act selfish and vain, comparing others and crushing others down in the ground
Who am I really
and like a queen of hearts
I am a two faced card?
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