Two Faced

Two Faced

A Poem by Will

I think I'm a wee but two faced.
I don't know what to do.

One minute I'm Mr. Nice Guy,
The next I'll rip you in two.

Dr. Jekyll when I'm feeling good,
Mr. Hyde when I feel badly,

Mostly docile but when I'm mad ,
My anger, she runs free.

I don't like it at all,
This dark side of me.

When it shows, it's best to run,
You'd better go and flee.

My Hyde is oh so frightening,
His face dark and marred,

He'll attack your very essence,
And leave your character scarred.

I try to keep him under wraps
As best as i humanly can.

But when Hyde comes out to make a mess,
I fear for my fellow man.

© 2013 Will


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Great one here, Will! Certainly, everyone can relate to their Good and Evil sides - love the references to Jekyll and Hyde! Excellent!

*wraps

Posted 9 Years Ago


"Two faced" is written on a good subject.
I have always taken these matters to my heart.
I use to wonder if a person is genuinely good or really cunning?
Or is everyone like me?
We show the good side of ours when dealing with good people & hide the demon inside me.
But left with no option in being bad with cunning people.
You have written something that many like me can relate to....:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Will

9 Years Ago

It is one of my greatest pleasures to know that people can relate to my work. Isn't that every write.. read more
Mary Christabel George

9 Years Ago

Thank you Will...:)

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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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