Poem: The Two Me's

The Two Me’s

Most of the time, I’m a happy-go lucky guy

But ever so often get a wicked look on my face

Those are the few days when I’m not feeling so high,

and I’ll lash out with a decided lack of grace

People look at me like, “Where’s the real Mike at?”

They are shocked by the dramatic change

“Why is he acting like such a damn rat?”

These are the days when my thought’s have been rearranged

Sometimes, I get so tired of being me

You know, the Mike who always has a kind word

Sometimes it’s just dark, and no light can I see

That’s the way I view the whole wide world

There’s no other way to describe it; I’m feeling mean

I’ll lash out at everyone, and everything

Yeah, sometimes I feel like the meanest person you’ve ever seen

Using all the rancor and division that I can bring