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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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