DuobusA Poem by Isadora SwiftWould love some reviews on this, I like the idea just need some pointers. (Obviously different ways of looking at the message, meant to be kind of schizo, a girl confused about who she is)Inside of me there is two different faces, When one talks, the other is bound by her laces. She comes alive when people come near, She hides, completely paralysed by fear. She flirts with all the boys and is labelled a "w***e", She feels like a four year old, but nothing more. She is arrogant and mean to every soul she meets, She sees the beauty in all, even in the darkening streets. She is blinded by cheap make-up and danger, She prays each day, for the boy in the manger. She uses her father as a behavioural excuse, She sits at home, trying to tighten the noose. She is a wreck, a monster, a worthless lost cause, She picks up the blade, writing behind locked doors. She climbs up to the roof, higher and higher, She steps a little closer, enjoying the fire. Its funny how two so different, could end up the same, Both are in heaven, their other halves to blame. Sometimes I wonder which one was the real me, or was each of them a side, either I could be? © 2014 Isadora SwiftAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 28, 2014 Last Updated on May 28, 2014 AuthorIsadora SwiftUnited KingdomAboutSo if you want to read any of my new poems, I am on another site, but feel free to ask for the link. I wont be posting any new poems on here. more..Writing
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