by Gabrielle F., 16
Me and myself.
Synonyms, yet polar opposites.
Two roles I try to hide, letting only the right pair of eyes absorb my contents.
I know who I am on the surface, like the icing on top of a cake,
but not the ooey gooey that is myself.
The deep, sticky icky I let no one touch so they don’t get stuck.
Me, and myself.
One fits like a glove and is simple, easy.
One tightens around my heart as it desires to be,
just as seen.
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