there are two of me
inside
(one you cannot see)
one official
with official words and
policies
meant to convey sanity
(and one shivering
at every corner
forlorn, and alone
hoping for a reprieve)
the one outside
knows all the answers,
or can find them
at a blink of the eye
steadfast and wise
(one wanting to
burst into tears
in a moment
sad and disappointed
staring at the skies)
i speak with
the intelligence of one
(and the heart of another)
trying to balance
the trembling inside
at all costs
it would exhaust me
if i wasn't used to being
all to-gether proper
(and a messy all apart)
(heart)
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