Never Too Late

Authors Note: I believe that Hyde’s physical appearance symbolizes more than what meets the eye. I think it’s a lot deeper than that. This poem represents what I feel when I read about his looks and my belief that there is some good in everyone and anyone can change their life around for the better. It is Never too late.

Scrawny, horizontally challenged, and deformed

Closer to the ground for a reason

To be nearer to the place he truly belongs

A dark place where no soul wishes to go

Devilish

He is hell

Nothing is so dark and evil

Nothing so contrast to heaven

Evil eyes that can devour your soul

With just one glance, your blood will curdle

A stare that none can overpower

But power is what you make it to be

Take control of what runs through your veins

The rush, the rage, the wickedness

Fight it back and take control

For only you will ever know

No more evil

No more Hell

Only love, peace, and time will tell

Transform yourself

And be the good

For all is broken

Until you find the true you and all is finally understood

Two-Faced

Authors note: The duality of Jekyll and Hyde really made me think of how people truly are in life. Many times, humans pretend to be one way, when really, they are a completely different person than who they make up to be. So, this is going to be a blog about how I feel about the reality of two-faced people

            I know it’s a stereotype that a two-faced person is someone who is dishonest, says one thing to one person and something different to the next, and maybe that person expresses certain feelings to someone but different ones to some others. Think about this for a minute though. Don’t we all have those qualities? Does that make us all two-faced people? What really defines the words “two-faced”?

            Think about it this way: you have lied to someone in your life before. It might have been your parents, maybe your friends, or someone you barely even know. But you’ve done it. Even though it isn’t the correct thing to do all the time, there are certain exceptions. Perhaps you may not want to but may, in fact, need to tell a white lie to protect someone you care about. Does this make you a liar? Or a good person?

            Maybe you need to act a certain way in front of someone but act a different way in someone else; but no one really knows the reason behind it. You might really be feeling pain and sadness but you don’t want to express it to anyone else but a close friend. Does that make you two-faced? Or just a normal human being who may be afraid to express how they truly feels?

            I’m really not sure about what I think of that word. I mean, on one hand, a person could use it to be plain evil and controlling; but on the other hand, it’s actually kind of necessary to be dishonest with people; not only for your own good, but theirs too.

Who Am I?

Author’s note: Similarly to the teen girl in my poem, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde are the same persona who happens to have a split personality-like character. What inspired me to write this elegy was the emotion of having two utterly separate lives with a totally opposite set of feelings within one being. You may have an atrocious point of view through one, but may have the most astonishing one through a diverse personality. In the end, you truly have to battle to be able to find and truthfully discover yourself in the heart of all the insanity.

So who am I?

On the inside I’m a lonesome girl

Seeking attention from anyone who cares to listen

But no one ever does

Who am I?

A girl who tries her hardest to fit in

Wearing expensive clothes and caking makeup on

Yet never belonging to a definite group of friends

Who am I?

A girl with a torn family and heart

Looking for a shoulder to cry on

But none are ever there

Who am I?

A girl who is tired

A girl who is overwhelmed

A girl who is done

So who am I?

On the outside I’m the perfect girl

Dissing others who care to please me

Yet everyone still likes me

Who am I?

A girl who is careless because everyone wants to be her

Starting the trends in beauty and fashion

Always having a posse with her no matter where she goes

Who am I?

A girl with the perfect family and relationships

Annoyed with getting too much attention sometimes

Yet she complains about no one ever listening

Who am I?

A girl who is happy

A girl who is flawless

A girl who is just getting started

In between it all

I may have a few rises and falls

But day and night, as I try to find my way

The thought once again runs by

Who am I?