There is another, in me
She speaks when I am silent
who smiles when tears pool
who stares blatantly whilst
my gaze skirts,
avoids
ignores

There is another, in me
She scoffs at others opinions
pops bubblegum and flicks hair
smells of leather and steel
cares for herself before others
takes what she wants
grasps, holds
keeps

There is another, in me
She breathes insults and advice
tells tales of blatant honesty
shares easily for she knows
that her things
will not leave, run off
abandon
but remain
hers.