Dysphoria

Dysphoria

A Poem by wolfie

In a whole there is a split,
where it contradicts,
pieces of a puzzle,
person of paradox.
She isn't happy,
he isn't smiling,
even though they are the same,
she takes Wednesdays,
he takes Fridays,
and the rest are divided to neutrality.
His hand reaches out, 
she takes it in hers,
and the scale tips.
Who am I going to be today?

© 2016 wolfie


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Added on July 4, 2016
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wolfie
wolfie

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Hello! I love writing poetry, and well writing in general, I also like to play the piano and art. Zombie and musical movies are my favorite. I like sweet and salty things. -wolfie(Stephanie Karen .. more..

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