I construct stories and lies in my head,

Am I an actress or a liar?

Telling people lies with so much belief that

I begin to believe them myself.

I'm a liar with dramatic emotions,

so intent on painting a better life or myself,

so devoted to the characters I create.

I laugh when expected, I cry when she does

Who is she anyway?

Invading my space, taking my place

Some people know her, even prefer her.

Is she my other self or am I hers?

I keep the secret, she yells it out

We share one mind, but divide our thoughts.

"Tell them," she says.

"I can't," I reply.

My lies stare back in the mirror

Her eyes flash green as envy, then red as lust

Then back to black as rage.

"TELL THEM!!" she screams.

"I WON'T!!" I yell back.

I construct stories and lies in my head,

Am I an actress or am I liar?

She answers for me:

"You're tryng to separate two thing that are one.

An actress must lie to protect her identity."

Without the filter, I'm just another actress scared of my own self.