I have hidden the ugly side of my soul
the one that tsk tsk other peoples’ roles
who would have grumbled at their jolly
certainly laughed at every folly
And judged their decisions by the light of the lamp
Oh in my story you are the vamp
I can’t find her in the depth of my being
But I know she hides, lurking in between
Whispering words that I would never vocalise
can’t let my goody side get ostracised
still I let you play this silent game
hiding you behind a mask of shame
so well trained is my pretty side of life
you will never be allowed to strive
and yet I can’t help but wonder
Does it feel good to be bad?
Yes, being goody good is boring, and I have been very well trained by my people that I can’t even consciously let a mischievous thought in my head. But khurafati dimag still exists. Hidden somewhere in deep.
Wrote this post for the prompt Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde – a writing exercise by my favorite blogging community.