i'm split in two;
an exact replica on the outside,
my code is all the same.
the original me;
who knows which piece,
you'll have to tear me apart to just see.
she was so happy;
thought of life like an amusement park ride,
where now it's just live or die...black or white.
the other me;
hidden in shadows, cast away,
scared to be myself.
let alone let anyone see
both those sides of me,
but happy is who i'll be...
I cried in silence again.
The tears streamed down
And made puddles on my carpet floor
I'm lying on again.
I watched the minutes change again.
the bus driver glared at me
like i was a sin to society;
he called me a fag—under his breath,
and i got in my seat like nothing happened.
She stands there,
head held up high
forever staring at the sky
until those men
(with their pitchforks and matches)
tear her down into debris.
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