I am Dr. Jekyll but I have a Miss. Hyde,
Miss. Hyde i struggle each day & try to hide,
It’s a constant battle, a constant war,
I feel it want to crawl out from my core
I wear my masks, the faces of happy & bright,
To hide the bitter inner struggle, out of sight,
Long ago due to pride, my soul I would sell,
I feel Miss. Hyde waiting & wanting to break-free & rebel.
Miss. Hyde, in the mirror I see its sinister grin,
A creature born from a prideful sin,
Lurking, I know what it wants, I know it’s biding its time,
Watching & waiting for a moment of weakness to climb.
It comes with a malicious voice, it starts to speak,
When night falls, I cannot let sloth take over & be weak,
Miss. Hyde whispers, its urges to be let out is strong,
Filled with greedy wants it knows is wrong.
But i resist & i fight to keep it in its cage,
Miss. Hyde hates it with a wrathful rage,
I lock it up, i hide the creature deep,
But its gluttony is overflowing & can seep.
My freedom it may envy, but it will never see the light,
So let Miss. Hyde’s madness shout, claw & bite,
I will tame the beast, as I alone hold the key,
To keep Miss. Hyde from running free.
In the depths of my despair, it lingers there,
Miss. Hyde’s lustful wants are hard to bear,
But i choose to be good & do what is right,
Even if for the rest of my life I must fight.
And I may have sold my soul,
Miss. Hyde may try to take control,
But i battle on & will never yield,
I still know right from wrong, that is my shield.
So i will strive & no sin will i abide,
Though Miss. Hyde may reside inside,
And the creature may try to get into my head,
I’ll tame the beast & never will I allow it to be fed.
I did something fun in this poem, lets see if you can figure it out, let me know if you know what it is or need a clue, Enjoy.
