You see me bloom.
You see me in gloom.
When I laugh, I laugh back hard.
When I cry, I cry like hell.
I am a stable instability.
And I travel to the ends of
both extremities.
Two sides of me,
the one you show you will see.
I am neither my darkest days
or my brightest nights.
I am the space in between.
The unseen.
I am black, I am white,
Both exist and survive within me.
Some days the black rules,
Other days the white grooves,
Whom you get to meet,
I do not know, I can’t predict.
I am the Yin, I am the Yang,
Both exist and survive within me.
Half of me is in complete disorder,
half is in order.
My questions arise from my chaos.
And solutions bring me peace.
I’m a soul balancing myself
every moment in my own way.
Black and white,
Wrong or right.
Does it really matter?
This mind chatter…
The eternal divide,
Strange as both within us reside.
Things are often grey,
Accept this, I pray.
There’s more to life,
Than this strife!
With anxiety I have two sides.
I know it but you cannot see it.
This is how I live.
I am used to smiling on the outside
and dark on the inside.
She knows she has a dark side too,
But she choose not to show that side.
For she know people are judgemental
And it’s not an honour to be judged.
If shallowness is In trend
She know how to project herself then.
The writing’s on my soul,
The two colors are
two halves of a whole,
The black is the color of my trauma,
and the white is the color of my goal.
The duality of human nature.
No one is totally good or bad.
The choices you make determine who you are.
If only the world seen souls,
And not color.
We would blend..
Instead of being divided.
Two sides to every story.
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