Split

Two faces have I.

One for the world;

And one that is mine

The first wears a smile, mischievous, and friendly.

The second dons a scowl, grievous, and deadly.

Trapped inside and screaming out.

No one listens.

No one sees.

I curl up within myself;

But remain functioning.

No one knows.

No one asks.

But here I am, split in half.

The façade is better than I could have hoped.

I am impenetrable, inexorable, and paradoxical.

For I am shaken, beaten, and broken.

How long can this pretense continue on?

The truth and lies begin to blend

Swirling mass of thoughts becomes hard to comprehend.

Where do I even begin to try and understand?

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Published on Sunday, April 8, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Split"

A former member wrote: wow,impressed,this is a very good piece.welldone and thanks for sharing
On Monday, April 9, 2012, starrynite522 (16) wrote:

Thanks, I am glad you enjoyed it.
On Sunday, April 8, 2012, IAmNorge (38) wrote:

Very nice, a good facade is hard to find. ahah, props my friend! Orion
On Sunday, April 8, 2012, starrynite522 (16) wrote:

Thank you much!