Rita
It depends on the perspective
The one you see me through.
You can see me as collected,
Maybe defective.
You can tell me I’m extroverted ,
But I might be Introverted.
You never really know me
Cause it all depends on the side,
On the characteristics you decide,
You decide you wanna accept,
Or maybe reject.
It depends on the personalities,
On the personalities I share.
Maybe it's the abnormalities,
or normalities that draw you in. .
Maybe I only share the ones I think you can bare.
But If you grow on me
Like a seed grows into a tree
I might let you turn the pages of my story,
maybe even create a new chapter,
So we can fall into laughter.
But always remember.
There are always two sides
Two sides to a story,
Two sides of a coin
Two sides of me.
So take this poem as a message,
A type of lesson,
About the two sides
That might take you by surprise.