Like two sides of a flipped coin,
outgoing but introverted, loud and quiet.
A storm and a sunny day.
A peace-loving riot.
Two sides of the same face,
one smiles. One hides
his lips away. Makes them thin,
barely visible to anyone.
I've become two parts
of one whole human.
I used to think that the poet
was the mask, that the anxiety
filled man was, my natural fit.
The stage persona
was my escape
from feeling like an outcast.
But now I'm thinking,
maybe I had the tables flipped.
I'd misread the script
and all along. I was this.
But I've realised recently
that the images have been
coming back showing negatives,
The reverse is true.
I'm more me when I'm speaking in truth.
The way the words fall
like dominoes crashing,
is really the way my thoughts,
like waves, are clashing
I am that man.
The one that stands with a book in hand.
I am the one who would
try to outshine the sun, if it meant
my words were the ones that would
make the world put down the gun.
I used to believe that I was nothing,
a nobody, A joke.
I lived up to these provocations
of my own brain.
I let them reign over me.
Instead of realising that
yeah, I'm a bit odd, quirky.
My mind works at a speed
that is sometimes a bit jerky
but it works and that’s a start
and when I fire it up
it shines like a shooting star.
I used to be scared,
people may not like me.
Well, they probably don't,
but I try to be
A good-hearted person,
so, if that makes me someone you dislike,
then that's a relief I feel.
As I no longer have to deal with you,
or anyone that follows your views
Thanks for reading
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