Who are you today? Is it Jekyll or Hyde? Good cop or bad cop? This game I cannot bide Each day a crap shoot Already out on the ledge No lucky in this dip I’m teetering on the edge
Ephemeral happiness lasting just two days Then it was back fighting and your ugly ways A referee needed our similarities forgotten Too busy with anger to see it’s turned rotten
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Poetry For Healing 
Good one! At war with oneself!
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No, unfortunately in this poem the writer is at war with their partner 😢
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Oh, sorry must have misinterpreted.
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Lol! No worries. I guess if you were warring with yourself you’d need a therapist rather than a referee 😁
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That’s right!
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❤️
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The frustration so accurately depicted!
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Yes this is so true Punam 😟
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Whoa! Sounds like even a referee might not be able to make the right call.
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I know right? WTF 🤣
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nice
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