Only for Myself

2-Faced Bitch

Words and phrases
sit underneath my skin
and shoot out
past my
fingernails
trying to find a home
on paper.
Feelings get stuck
in my throat
and try to come up,
making my heart beat
faster and
I can't sleep.
Thoughts run around:
a wild stallion
whom I try to tame
so I must speak softly and gently.
I must find the culprit
of my anxiety.
So I look into the mirror
and find half of myself
perfect,
strong,
kind,
and so so
lovely.
But the other half?
Well,
I don't wanna talk about
her.