Multiple Identity

By day I’m a surgeon, I save every man, I probe and I prod and I slice, With my hand that is steady, even and sure, Cutting a perfect precise. By day I am safe, protecting the ill, Between life and death I will stand, But when the sun leaves, and darkness arrives, Another me holds onto my hand And makes me a punk, a hood and a thug, I can yell and I scowl at the law, I pin up my hair, spray painting all walls, By night I’m a broken jigsaw. By day I’m the stable reliable safe, Then by night I’m just not the same, But this is the me, it is who I am, Playing the multiple identity game.