Lady Binary

She has two faces, two voices, one on each side of her head

as if she's someone else

when she turns her back;

she laughs at your nuance

and strikes with the virile gleam of her grin

that tells you

"I could never be like that"

that being her back turned and staring you down

with eyes rimmed in the old crust

of everything they couldn't cry out

and the stare pulls you down deep

or she'll be sweet and lovely

pour your tea and offer sugar, cream,

what would you like with that?

she smiles so much her cheeks don't even

hurt anymore

until she turns her back and stabs you hard

and you know, somehow, that this is something else

no hope

of ever

being something it's not

because on this side, she's a

phychopath;

whichever definition of the word you happen to use,

it'll apply;

she's all bad

and that's her secret

She laughs and smiles with you in the light of day

and tells you, "don't worry,

you're a good one,

you could never be as evil as my counterpart

because you're on the right side"

and you never realize she's the monster too

until it's too late

and both faces are staring you down

(one eye dripping drowning sorrow

one eye crazed in its joy)

and you realize

she's all the same person

and that means she was lying to you;

you're not a "good one"

you're just a person

and you can be as evil as she can

so you'd rather keep things binary,

wouldn't you?

(she grins and winks, she's done her job well)