she is a jekyll and hide.
I'm a weapon - I'm salvation
she 's the ally - she 's the enemy
she 's the mother -she's the child
she 's my protector - she's my attacker
I'm the enemy - I'm the ally
she hates me - she loves me
she is sane - I am insane
day after day, night after night
because I'm chained to a jeckyll and hide,
I'm just an extention, never her child
I'm her shoulder to cry, she's my reason to
I lift her up, she tears me down
I'm a mask and her identity of sanity, I'm her proove of insanity
I'm needed, but discarded
and if she's bored I'm simply fun, because I must have certain skills to be the perfect clown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem showing a conscious effort of describing the subcnoscious and uncoscious chambers of a sensative poetess. Thanks Vicky.