Two sided;
one for part
another for the other.
Why can’t I laugh like a Chevy
in school,
or around the individuals there?
Why do the
Claytonettes know no serious side?
Why can’t I be
spontaneous
with people I love?
Why do I only
climb when provoked?
Which one is
the 4.0 façade?
I will continue to try
to morph into one,
but
Will you ever know
the Spontaneous
side
of
me?
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