multiples

It is difficult
to have two lives

Sometimes, I forget
when to be who
where to be who

One me is dark
distant
mean
hurtful

One me seems joyful
happy
caring
helpful

Both me’s are
a wreck
fighting for my life
hurting

I know which should win
but which will
is another story

Really,
the story shouldn’t change
based on the setting

the characters
the plot
the conflict
it should all stay the same

Stability is not easy to attain

fortress

When the clock strikes twelve I feel like I’m turning into another.
How could I ever be who I am?

This darkness has found a fortress in my mind
and what’s inside me isn’t so simple
and I guess what is there is there for the taking.

As it creeps around me
and as the music flows in
the background becomes the forefront