Sometimes I feel
I am a twin.
Two separate people
all at once.
Two hearts, two minds,
two personalities
in one body.

Constantly they fight,
try to predominate.
Try to be the one
the world sees.

But I, I know
they’re both there.
I know that sometimes
I say something;
but inside of me
there’s another voice,
another mind,
thinking something radically different.

(This was written sometime on a two-faced Tuesday many years ago. Still feels unresolved.)



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4 responses to “Conflicted

  1. Yes, everything conflicts except the style and execution of this evocative cry.

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