There are two of me
The first me – the real me – is a good kid
Does what their parents ask, be nice to everyone,
never push the limits
The second me is a lost soul
A body with missing pieces
The holes in myself are filled with marijuana,
The second me is sad
and only comes out when the first me
has been pushed away.
The first me sees what second me does,
but they are too exhausted to care.
Now, second me and first me have become one.
Now, it is just me.