Facing Faces

I question the confusion, observe
morals compared to actions, wondering
whether to call myself two-faced.

Pretending it’s easy for others
to say no, though it’s difficult
with an out-of-control libido.

Having to experience both sides
is quite the excuse to use
to right my wrongs and bad choices.

Bad choices made in the right mind;
I just want your love, no ties holding
me back–I’m just not ready for that.

I feel maybe he…
I was left confused; I’m still
trying to find my mind,

working on claiming my own
ground, not thinking what others
have drilled into me– only know what I see.

Maybe overall I’m not as bad
as I believe– what I see is not
what they see– I still fear I’m a fraud.

But in realization, I see I hold many
people inside my lone body, so I cannot be
one way; I cannot be one face.