There’s a side of me I’m not willing to regularly share with people who ironically know me well that I’m sure people other than myself have as well.
It’s the side of us we’re overprotective of.
It’s the unhindered ideal self.
It’s the side we love to accentuate once we’re in the face of complete strangers.
It’s the side we suppress because it cannot continuously exist in the socially dynamic reality that keeps us going.
It’s the heedlessly destructive side of us.
It’s the train of thought I’m reluctant to trust or not.
It’s the side I’m petrified even talking about.
I guess this is what it’s like having devils and angels atop our shoulders.