I Call Myself A Switch Girl

I Am Two Faced.
I wish nothing more than for the people around me to get along.
I wish even more for my friends to be without any drama.
But that will never happen.
I end up in the middle of fights, and am often the cause of it.
I can’t help but to think. ‘It’s my fault.’
Then, I felt something clicked inside of me.
It was deep down, causing an implosion in my chest.
Something was off.; something switched.
Now, I call myself a ‘Switch Girl’
Because I put on an act every single day.
I am happy and bubbly.
I am considered the ‘baby’ in my group of friends.
But I have another side to me.
A side that I can not explain.
When it happens, I hear the faintest click echo in my ears.
Next thing I know, I am harsh and rude and sassy.
I don’t know how to explain this change in myself.
The only way I can describe it is
Two faced.
But is it really a bad thing?
My cause was the hopefulness that I wouldn’t make
People around me fight.
I don’t want to be in the middle of drama.
No, not anymore.
So, I guess you can call me
A Switch Girl.
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