Wednesday, February 22, 2017

I keep wondering when I will get caught.  When they will finally see the two of me living in here.
One of me is afraid of walking out the door and the other, well, has no sense. She will try just about anything.
I never know who is going to make it to the front door first.
It feels like I have never done anything and nobody likes me.
Then I feel I am adored and can fly.

Who am I anyway?