Dual Personality

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I am two people

At different times

And all at once



What you see:

The fun-loving person

Hiding behind a smile



And the true me:

The shattered skeleton

Spilling on this page.



My bones were broken

In cages of complacency

With walls built by worry.



Then discomfort shook

The door open wide

And I slipped on my words.



Now, I found my footing,

Much more steady than

The misery of loneliness.

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