Second Me

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,

and sex

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.

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