to the world,
he’s just a funny,
sweet guy,
wishing the best
for those around him,
cracking jokes,
smiling,
loving life and people
and just wanting
to spread positivity.
but as he sits,
typing at his laptop,
his thoughts consume him,
and he questions his
different moods.
he type out words
that express feelings
most wouldn’t expect
out of him,
and it’s not all
sunshine and roses.
these two forms
couldn’t be more different,
but they still
hang out and game,
have conversations
with each other,
hell, they even
sleep with each other!
but they still don’t
agree on anything!
hows that work?
the weirdest crossover in months,
they worry him,
because they make him wonder
if people will call him “fake.”
it’s not like he lies,
he does want others to be happy,
but when he writes all of his words,
he questions if his
more sociable personality
will make his poems
seem like a facade.
he’s still a nice guy,
but he battles everyday
with anxiety,
and he wants positivity
in spite of his fear
and constant worrying.
it’ll happen soon enough.
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