There are two sides to me.
There’s the side that is strong and soft, low and introvert,
It’s not a split personality.
Inside, there are two voices,
I’ll call the side that you know, Bright.
And the side you don’t, Dark.
Bright is the one to sit back,
And smile no matter how much she’s in pain.
While Dark stands up and speaks out.
Most of what she does is all in vain.
Dark lets out an evil laughter that bounces round inside.
Bright becomes so afraid she searches for a safe place to hide.