her.

Often my friends will sometimes refer to me as "her"
They will make it seem like their is two verisons of me.
One that was bubbly, kind, funny, outgoing, and admirable.
And one that was cold, analytical, detached, and unpleasant.
They spoke of the two interchangably.
Asking me to get rid of "her"

Her doesn't exist to me.
I couldn't understand what they meant when they spoke of "her"
The part of me that they didn't like
They tried to cognitively get rid off.
But me and her are one of the same

We have the same name, face, and brain.
The other's treat it like it's something I showcase
A mind on display to pinpoint and disect
But really it's just me.

Why must I pretend not to be smart?
Why would other's perfer to believe that I am dumb?

Is this because they wanted someone to use?
Was it that "her" became a threat?
Could this be the reason I left?
Was it terrifying knowing that I was more intelligent?

Answers, I doubt I could recieve.
Questions that I never quiet asked but I knew the solution.
You hated "her" because she was also a PART of you.

The part you wanted to erase...
Part that you choose to not exist.
You couldn't swallow the fact that someone else
Could look at that part and find intrigue.
Because a man like you, would never ever recieve
love for yourself.

you hate yourself as much as you hated every part of me.