The sterling part of me is disintegrated,
The inadequate part on me is  flourishing,
I wonder if my longevity is demolished,
I reckon on both parts.

I sometimes live elated,
Sometimes my gay moments are erased,
I’m facade one’s self,
And I look into the mirror; and see two parts of me.

One’s bleached and has tawny eyes,
Two’s crimson and has amber eyes,
One’s wicked unethical,
Two’s condolence.