My life is a tale of contrasts,
Son of both night and day.
A personality vividly clear, of the light,
A character expressively of the dark.
I have been both a gentleman and a hooligan,
Both honest and corrupt.
I have been both pleasant and mean,
Of the light and the dark.
I love but cannot resist the urge to hate.
I despise but cannot evade affection.
I hope but cannot escape despair.
In both happiness and sorrow,
Is this my fate?
©diabetic
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