I have always felt that I have a second person inside me that takes over at times, especially when I’m upset. I named her Angel when I was really little and I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise the girl there and thought she was my guardian angel. So one night a few months ago we wrote a poem together and I thought I would share it because it is something that might be relatable.

 

Me: A soft pulsing line

Red on clean white

But it wasn’t me, no,

It was the other me,

The one just under

My skin

 

Angel: They call me soul-sucker,

But if she wants happy,

I’ll ease out a line of red,

It’s not fair, how I sit,

Watching her as she lives

MY life.

 

Me:  Broken skin fades

A soft white memory

On soft white skin

Plunging into her darkness

Despair, broken promises leave me

 

Angel: All the pictures and awards

Pinned to the fridge, but

She is NOTHING with me.

Coaxing her into my blue,

A state of being that I’ve

Always known.

 

Me: Pressure, building from

The world around.

They want straight A’s,

And a perfect smile,

I dare not hope they’d let me

 

Angel: I will have her life,

She will not rule me.

The red controls her

The way it used to control me.

This burning hatred I feel

For her.

 

Angel: So a little deeper red,

 

Me: And she and I wrote a poem

 

Angel: And a little deeper red

 

Me: And gave ourselves an A+

 

Angel: She taped it to the bathroom door

Because I didn’t think

 

Me: I guess neither of us thought

The other could reach that

 

Angel: Damned fridge.