I stay up 'till late at night,
Fighting a gruesome inner fight.
Ideas, statements, and questions fly through my head.
For long hours, I lay awake in be.
One question inherently come to mind,
Who am I?
The answer I often try to find.

I'm cruel yet sweet,
I'm messy but neat.
I smile and wave,
I'm lonely and brave.
I hate, I love,
I'm a crow, I'm a dove.
I'm young but old,
Quiet yet bold.
I try and I give up.
I'm all these things but never enough.

And then, prone to be,
Another question from my head flees.
Who is he?

He's kind yet mean,
He's dirty but clean.
He dances and laughs,
Alone, he follows the path.
He loves, he hates,
He's calm, he's irate.
He's fast but slowing,
Shy yet outgoing
He fights and gives in,
Life is a game that he can't seem to win.

Suddenly a thought comes to me,
We are just alike, I and he.
Alike are we, in more than one way,
How could've I not noticed until today?

But if we are so similar, he and I.
Then why won't it catch his eye,
That, together we were meant to be,
Him and Me.