MY TWO FACES

When people look at me, they only see one face,

A face with a pretty smile, blue eyes, white teeth.

A mouth that speaks such kind words to strangers

Waving to them as they pass by. Though if they look

Closely, a second face they would see. A face full of anger,

Distressed and unkind. I set in silence, I battle this constraint

This issue alone. My two faces fight against each other,

Always in conflict. The right side is the good side,

Happy as could be. The left side is the bad side,

So angry and mean. So now I always set in silence,

Alone so no one sees. The good side always knows,

Right from wrong. By doing what is right and doing what is true.

The bad side always does the opposite, by doing what is wrong,

Never what is true. They fight for dominance creating chaos within.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me, I see a hollow shell,

Of what I use to be. So, I set in silence, alone, my secret.

One half of me, part of a whole, it cares not of what it does,

To hurt me. It smiles in my agony. My brighter side the better side,

One half of me, part of a whole. Cares of what is done to me,

Tries to brighten up my day with a smile. It must stop it must cease,

This constant pulling of me back and forth. I know now,

What I must do. One of them must go. By taking one of their lives,

Or maybe take two. So, I took a coin and tossed it in the air,

Heads take one tails take two. It shines bright as it falls,

Thud! It hits the ground. Nervous I look at the coin.

As I look at it, I stop and think. Think about what I am about to do.

I wonder how I will do it; will I drown them? will I choke them?

Will I smother them? will they even die? I think about my silence,

How more alone I will be. Scared, I can’t look down. I just turn,

Wanting to walk away. Then I hear a voice say, “Go ahead, look”!

“Look to see” “We want to know” “Is it heads or tails”?

I slowly bent down to look. My eyes start to cry, not just one,

But both. As I pick up the coin, I hear it again. “It’s ok there’s no other way”

“It has to be done” holding the coin in my hand. I stood up.

Dried my tears, I knew they were right! The decision was made.

I looked at my hand and sighed, laughing with disbelief.

I couldn’t believe what it had landed on. I then turned and threw it.

I threw the coin as hard as I could. Watching it disappear,

Far off in the distance. I stood there for a minute thinking.

Thinking about silence, what does that mean?

Then I gathered my thoughts, myself, my two faces and,

Decided to take the three of us home.