I am a conflicted, distorted, convoluted
Versions of me

She runs on the weekend.
She hides
She tries to disappears
She over there,
She cray
She sad
Shes alone
She beats

Her over there
She resides in anguish
She hides in smiles
In yelling
In hurt
Anger
Doubt and being

She shatters
In pieces that are
Unsaid
She reads  in braille
From thw words
She wrote

She and i
Be