There are two halfs of me, two pieces that disagree.
The Red part is around, he loves being loud.
He wishes I would show him more often.
He likes to be honest & he doesn't get scared.
He hates how I have faired.
He says I am perfect.
According to him, I am worth it.
He likes being dangerous, it's as if I can't die.
I think I can fly.
I think I could fly.
Don't question why.
He loves jokes & comedy.
He loves to have fun.
He loves food.
He loves to be outdoors.
He is the red side, my best side.

The other half of my mind is blue.
She controls my life.
Everything she says must be right.
She's quiet, she doesn't like to talk.
She's shy, but she's smart.
She compares me to others.
She told me I'll never ever be good enough.
She tells me to starve.
She tells me to barf if I eat.
She says I'm too fat, too ugly.
My hair is too blonde.
My eyes are dumb.
Who the fuck has grey eyes?
She likes to avoid people.
She's anti-social.
She said I'm depressed.
She made me slit my wrists.
I think I'm going to fall.
I'm going to fall.
I have to brawl.
Now I'm bawling.
She is the main personality that shows.
She is afraid to live, afraid to die.
She'd rather stay inside.
She's compassionate, but she can't show it.
She's terrified she'll blow it.
Who knows why.
She is the blue side, my worst side

- Ariah Christman