the chimera effect

I feel the poetry inside
The light I try to hide
Through vain attempts at sanity
Seeing clearly what is not me
Showing the world a whole lie
So that they wonder why
I’m part poet and part a jock
Pulling and tugging but staying locked
Fighting for control of the expression
But here’s an enigmatic confession
Of athletic lyrical profession
A session, no messin
With my personality confection
Baked to a golden brown crust
But in to see the sides of me
Who I am, who I pretend to be
How I feel and what it is you see
A conflict in ideas and ideals
One destroys; the other, sensitive, feels
Every day that you wait to find
Is a day they fight over my mind
The end game is their final design
Prescription: destroy it all till I’m blind


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