Two Different People

Clawing and screaming,

my head break in two.

My heart is racing and it's attached to you.

I try to break away but we are badly infused.

A monster only seen in Sci-Fi videos.

I want to cry and I wish to die.

This ugly infused head of mine,

full of plans and full of hate,

for the ones who only watched me wither.

I crude eye and a beautiful color,

Shattered amongst all the others.

This type of life is not worth the time.

However he showed me that this is mine.

I have two different people inside of me,

One who his me,

The other who is me.

They just don't get along,

opposites who don't want to attract.

He loves them both.

That's all they can agree on.

He loves us both.

This poem is about: 
Me

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