My other side

There are many sides to everyone, Everyone is different, And do both smart and stupid things, That’s one of the sides that some people know as me But it’s all actually a lie, In fact no one person has ever seen my other sides, Everyone gets a different version of me, There are many and they are ever so different… No one actually knows the real me. A long time ago that the real me got scared and, I decided to hid from the world, And I created many different personas To protect the real me from the rest of the world. Which I know sounds like a cowardly act But at the time it seemed to be a good idea. Now I’m having trouble showing the world the real me…. For once in my life I have true friends, Some I just met, And others are old friends accepting and loving me No matter how I act or what I do. And I feel like I’ve been lying, deceiving, and betraying them all. I’m so torn, I’m so lost, I don’t know what to do, Or which way to turn. My other side is destroying my world, A world which I spent most of my life creating, A world which is a total lie, Full of false images and perceptions, And causes people to believe what ever their heart desire, A world of lies, A world that is dying so to let the real me out… What should I do? Where shall I go? Who should I believe? What the hell do you all want? What do I want? There are so many levels to everyone, There are even some in you, What are you going to do?I wrote this because I needed to think and find a new direction, so think what you want. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 01:29 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10