The Other Side of Me

Drowning helplessly,

But watching you breathe.

Playing hide and seek,

But never to be found.

Acting everyday,

Though it isn’t my profession.

A gentleman’s suit,

To bury the bruises beneath.

Crying in the rain,

To hide the tears.

Too sad to live,

But too broken to die.

Struggling to barely get by,

But somehow the strength to carry on.

Anarchy devours me,

Let us small talk and pretend,

Everything is just fine.

Why show everyone,

The Other Side of Me.

The New Hustler In Town

Her head buried in her hands,

Face covered in makeup,

An identity concealed between her legs,

Her body was a testimony of passionless exploits.

Clothes shredded at the sight of men,

Alcohol to cradle her to sleep,

As she gave in to urges,

Suppressing the tidings of love,

Every morning the mirror faithfully displayed,

The reflections of a lost soul.

Closing her eyes every night, to find love,

She woke up every morning, in the bed of heartless men.

With no recollection of the love she once had,

She was The New Hustler In Town.