The Twins

The twins.

When one is near, the other isn’t far behind.

They’re an interesting pair.

They sure know how to work together.

I call one drama queen.

The other goes by buzz kill.

 

Drama queen‘s been here longer than buzz kill,

I just didn’t know it yet.

I thought drama queen was just me being shy.

Shy people don’t think this much though.

Shy people don’t replay the what-ifs well into 2 am.

Shy people don’t pep talk themselves every time they have

to have a conversation or even say one word.

But that’s enough about drama queen.

I’ve already interacted with a few people today

so she needs to jot down all the different ways those

people don’t like me so we can talk about it later tonight.

 

Buzz kill.

Oh buzz kill.

What can I say about my old friend?

He showed up when I was fourteen, awkward and on

the wrong end of puberty.

He hasn’t left since.

Unlike drama queen, he does go on vacation.

Sometimes for a week, a month.. Three even.

He doesn’t go for long though.

He always knows when to come back.

Just when I think I can drown in bliss,

Drama queen rings him up and the two play

ping pong with my soul.

 

My mental health is their favourite yo-yo.

Sometimes drama queen does tricks, spinning it

in circles.

Other times Buzz kill lets it roll on the ground,

with no chance of it leaving the floor.

 

Buzz kill and Drama queen.

What a pair.