My Other Halves
Me and him and her
we are all.
He is confident and forceful,
she is doubting and horrible.
Me,
I am stuck in the middle.
on my own.
Only getting attention
when I quietly demand
and subtly moan.
Friend or foe?
They toe the party line,
they are me.
They tell me great things
that I do
and things I see.
They give me reason
and hold my esteem
fast like glue.
Outside:
I am at the bottom
not even one foot on a rung,
not even a clue.
So tell me why,
if you can.
I should not live with my two?
Star and celeb I am in their time.
Here I can do no wrong,
I have committed no crime.
They may scream and yell,
but they do tell;
true lies.
So I'm going to stay in my place,
Alerted inside:
to your other world,
inquisition spies.
Trying fragile heart:
while I dry my eyes.
I work in mental health and was inspired to write of someone I know who has schizophrenia.
Copyright © Ross Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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