hmm..
me vs. me
battle or war?
on the other hand
what you see against what you don't
interesting theory.

you see what I want you to see
you see what you perceive of me
what your mind believes
but is that truly me?

perhaps not.
so perhaps call me two faced
i admit i have two sides
one for the show
and one behind the curtains.

oh, close minded individual
open you eyes
what do you see
surely, it's not me.

To say you would always be there,
To say you would always give me advise,
To say I believed I could open myself up,
It is all a lie!

To think you were real,
To think you told me the truth,
To think you wouldn't think bad of me,
It was all a lie!

You made me feel better,
You made me feel like someone was there,
You made me feel special,
It was all a lie!

You now make me feel worthless,
You don't realise what you have done,
You just acted normally,
You're just a big lie!

One can use
A knife to chop
A potato or a tomato.
Or getting off track
On can use it
To stab people
In the back!
Nations can harness
Nuclear to generate power
Or to eliminate all
Also to tear down many
A tower.

The double-faced
Supper powers
That uphold imperialism
To meet their ends
Subtly cultivate
And promote terrorism.

They condemn it
Only if it rains
Havoc they
Don't permit!

Using terrorism
A midwife to a new religion
Or an independent nation
From all-quarters must be
Denied support and attention!

Never ending stories come out of my mouth
Yet never what I really feel.
Surprising surges of happiness overcome my being
Then endless rivers flow from my eyes.
Love is what I give away to everyone around me
Acceptance is what I wish to gain back.

All the smiles and laughs surface from my skin
When deep inside an unshaken fear haunts me
My hands a comforting touch to other people
They only claw at myself when I’m alone
Spreading positivity is what I pride myself in
Bottling up all the fear and insecurity is what I am good at.

I disobeyed my parents
And married her when I was younger

She seemed so shy and caring
but then she felt colder

She used to respect my space
but then she sat on my shoulder

She used to not criticize me
but  she eventually became bolder

I want to turn back time
And find someone else before I grow older.
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She put her dreams aside
And married me when I was younger

And when times were tough
I understood why she had to be colder

When I needed her
She was always on my shoulder

I was never that daring
So she turned bolder

I learned to love her
And appreciate her as I grew older.

I'd put on such a strong face when I would be out with everyone else
but in reality I was just like a cracked glass
But do you know what happens to cracked glass
when it gets put under pressure?
It breaks
and I know one day I'm going to break
till I don't live to see tomorrow
It's only a matter of time before everything comes crashing down