Two worlds
At home, I wear a quiet face,
Mature, obedient, in a careful place.
I move like a shadow, doing what’s right—
Even when the role doesn’t feel like mine.
But school is a different world, a brighter sky.
Where laughter lifts me up so high,
Where my friends see the real me inside—
Not the version that learns to hide.
At home I’m gentle, calm, controlled,
Carrying rules that make me feel old.
But at school, I breathe, I smile, I shine—
Like the world finally says, you can be you this time.
Two worlds pulling at the same heart,
One where I perform, one where I start.
And somewhere between school and the walk back home,
I hope one day both worlds feel like my own.
But sometimes I wonder who I really am—
The quiet daughter or the loud best friend?
Two versions of me that look the same,
Yet I’m stuck in the middle of my own name.
Trying to figure out which one is true,
Or if both of them are just different shades of you
Some nights I lie awake, confused and torn,
Wondering which version of me was truly born.
Trying to find myself in all I go through,
Hoping one day I won’t have to choose between the two.
