She walks and talks and blends with everybody,
While Her is succumbing, slowly fading into the sea.
She smiles and laughs and makes everyone jolly,
While Her insides are swelling, Her organs are murmuring.
She bursts in laughters,
While Her screams of pain.
She feeds of euphoria,
And Her of paranoia.
She lives in a world of notion,
While Her lives in a reality everyone’s running away from.
She lives outside Her,
And Her lives inside She.
Now She asks Her, who is it really going to be?
“I’m tired of doing the same old thing,” said She.
“I’m also tired of feeling the same old thing,” Her answered.
And in the end, She and Her can’t let it be, Who amongst them must it really be.
The losing battle goes on and on and on…
Is being a winner, She and Her really wants to be?
Or being a loser who finds and shows one’s true identity?