“It’s not you, It’s me,” I try to explain,
As I struggle with a duality, a split so insane,
Two personas conflicting, inside my brain,
A constant battle, a heart-wrenching pain.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, a tale so old,
A story of a man, with a split so bold,
Two identities vying, for control so cold,
A life so complex, a story so untold.
One persona is calm, the other wild,
One is gentle, the other is riled,
A duality that leaves me beguiled,
My conflicting identities, forever exiled.
“It’s not you, It’s me,” I say with a sigh,
As I struggle with my persona’s lull and high,
A split that leaves me wanting to cry,
My identity, forever lost in a lie.
© VishalDutia
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