TWO

Two beings reside in the same skin.

One, who was once called a saint
And the other made of sin.

One can't win to lose.
The other can't lose to win.

The continuation of a simple thought,

The grown man whose childhood was lost too soon,
It's the future that's sought.

Too young the boy was forced to think like a man,
In his heart the battle for control is fought.

Two souls share the same space.

The first so bitter and angry.
While the other hides his tear stained face.

The future is already scary, but what to do,
When the past is hidden away without a trace.

This tale has been mine, never to tell.

A forced bout of laughter is how I kept you away,
While my plastic smile, becomes my prison, my cell.

Don't you worry because everything is fine, everything is good,
It's those lies that grow like a cancerous hell.

Two entities share the same core.

One covered in callouses and hardened blood,
The other protect the wounds, that still remain sore.

The words you used on the child within,
Still haunt him as he pleads over and over "Please no more!"

The body of a man and the damaged child therein.

One begs for the pain to be over,
The other prays for the healing to begin.

Both souls expand and amass in me,
And what I fear most is which will lose and which will win.

Two beings reside in the same skin.


One, who was once called a saint
And the other made of sin.

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