Jekyll and Hyde

She called me Jekyll; she called me Hyde.

Unfair, unfair- who's to judge?

She thinks I'm crazy, I know I'm insane.

Sounds like laughter

Sounds like complaint

Depends on the day

Depends on the second.

Twisted like rope.

She said summer sun; she said winter glaze.

Unfair, unfair- who's to judge?

Pure as a saint, but a sinner for sure.

Sounds like birdsong

Sounds like sex

Depends on the night

Depends on the hour.

I always want another bite.

She told me I'm one way, two ways

Too many ways.

One for one person

One for the other.

Everyone has a different version

Of my ill self.