Two Faced

 Oh how i wish i could know

the face that others see,

but courage fails me 

when face to face 

 i meet that other half of me. 

How frightening to see

myself and I

staring back at me 

who is this stranger i see

so apart of me, yet not me.

I fear i must choose 

between ths face i show 

and the face that i know.

But will they know

me, when from my face

the mask is torn, and

only the  other remains. 

Will i know me?