Duality
What is The Duality of Man?
I ask myself this behind a wall with my-head-in-my-hands.
This wall is not only literally but metaphorically constricting.
The problem with me is, this abnormal behaviour is all too addicting.
I walk down the hall and stop to tell a friend of mine hi.
But then I think the better of it, leave with a sigh.
Why can I not act here like I act when Im alone?
This kind of monotiny, this kind of solemnity, I do not condone.
Why is it that I cannot be me?
Every social encounter I have and I feel like I mask myself,
not being able to show of my true identity, to be me in a way that condones living freely.
The actual me, the one behind my truest, purest personality; placed in the back of a shelf.
Every encounter and my identity is not me but what the situation calls for,
To be able to live carefree, to not sink into duality would be like opening a new door.
To break free from these chains, I just need to believe that I can
Therefore, I do so humbly propose, that this is my definiton of the Duality of Man.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.