James Darwin Smith II
The Difference Side - Poem by James Darwin Smith II
There are two sides to everyone
Thus I offer the other side of me
A stranger to most
The flesh’s own worst enemy
Imprisoned by eyes to not offering much to see
As they already came to conclusion
Of what they think has already been perceived
And what does this side have to offer?
This private side, do many see?
The true essence of my soul
A faraway place I call my home
Locked inside, I wait patiently for the key
An opening for the trust of another
Soul searching high and low
Never on a level of redundancy
What is considered redundant, you may ask?
Well for one, a book way too easy to read
Full of just pictures and fictional accounts
All in the aspects of simplicity
Barren substance upon one’s soul
As their skin is the one who has all of the control
But that is the present’s greed
Believing in the things want to be falsely believed
True achievements have no meaning to flesh
A bunch of papers cannot rank someone the very best
If we were all just souls flying around
The worst would be quite a surprise
The best of the best does not exist, anyways
So sorry for being the person that I truly am
Ah, A hint of sarcasm
And here I am, back again
Rolling with the air I represent
Balancing myself the best that I can
But what if I was not able to balance myself, well?
If I fell, would you think I was incorrect?
Are a few flaws all that it takes?
Catching and releasing, Making or broken to break
In a sense of nothing of something gone awry
So sorry, I am never going to be the “ideal” guy
So now what is next?
More fear to seize?
A lone stranger
Is turned into stone
By those who create the creature of him
Where time begins again
And the future is lost into rubble substance of nothingness
The unknown scares so many
A box is so comfortable to live snuggly inside
As those who say all of the right things
Smile knowing they won again,
And now they reveal themselves as pain and anguish
Locking self-thinkers away
To a world of false paranoia
Inspiring many to never say anything, if not at all
The other side of me, is still my home
It so happens to go for miles and miles
A place of unlimited roam
A place where I will always continue to grow
So sorry for being me
These words come out diligently
Sarcasm finds its home
Yet, it never had to be this way
So who am I?
Perceive at will
Am I an extrovert, asleep trying to dream?
Or a spirit searching for answers?
In a quest for clarity in the land of make believe
Imagination, One thing that shall never be destroyed
Those who truly know me
Know who I am
Take me or leave me
But never doubt the existence of this soul
And what it is all about
If you are brave enough to see both of my sides
You are welcome to see everything that is inside of me
An introvert, Yes, I admit this is who I am
But will it be who I will always be?
Tune in soon, that is that I could ever say
Today is gone, tomorrow is on it’s way
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