The Power Of Two, A Shadow Of One Poem by Margaret Williams

We are composed of three:
The singer, the brain and the poet.

The singer shows her all,
Sings her heart and music to the ball.
The brain knows a lot.
(she) knows every route, story, and plot.
The poet dies inside,
With her secret poems set aside.
Waiting for her time to shine
That will never come in line.
Always stopped,
Always propped.
Wearing her masks,
Just to cover early pasts.
The feeling of uselessness,
The wanting of restlessness.
Forever agreeing to others,
Not standing up and not begging to bother.