The Other Me

November 6, 2018

Sometimes it's euphoric

Drunk with pride and confidence

On my high horse

Looking staright ahead

Other times a 180 turn occurs

Hell on my mind

It's dark, I'm timid

I want to crawl myself out this skin

With what left of my torn up nails

I wish I can see the othe me

the one my firends tell me I am

But instead, I see nothing

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