split personalities

May 18, 2010
My mouth is moving
But my words are deathly quiet,
It’s bright and sunny
My shadow begins to hunt me,
The birds begin to sing there praise
The clouds bring the rain and leaves the birds silent for days,
I begin to sing
It turns into screams,
I race down the hall
I’m being chased by it all,
I split my personalities
My personality takes control and splits me,
I jump towards the sky to grab for a star
But I’m thrown to the floor,
I’m peaceful with my smile
Tortured through my eyes,
I show the people the person they want to see
While I sit back and hide the real me.

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