Alive

Am I alive or a lie

Staying to true to myself

Or changing with the ebbing tide

A chameleon on hind legs

Walking upright but casting crazy shade

Trying to hide my dealings in the dark

Or manipulating situations from afar

Straddling the white picket fence

Is just going to leave me bleeding again

But I’m split

Personality

A double minded

Reality

A devil

Disguised as me

A potent revelation must come from this

Never trust a fat guy who eats biscuits without something to wash it down