Top Dog

By:  Bay, 6th grade

If there was two of me…

Well, there technically already are

There’s the person you see on the outside

The one who goes to school

And does things like homework

And talks on the phone

And the tiny, little bits and pieces

Of life

But the other is on the inside

The one who talks to me

A sort of conscience

A little chunk of me that

Just bosses me around in a way

Tells me what’s right

And what’s wrong

Tells me where to go

And when to

Tells me what to do

And how to

And rules the control center of my body,

My brain

Speaks out what I’m feeling

Without saying a word

But this isn’t a mutual bond

If I go against her will

She yells and screams

And makes me feel

Mad

If I ignore her and do nothing

She feels neglected

And makes me feel

Sad

I gain nothing from this link

Except for a life of mild slavery

Some have it rougher,

This much I know

But I can’t concern myself with them

I’m fighting my own battle here

With its own opinions

And sides

And weapons

My twin uses actions

While I use my thoughts

A battle worthy of textbooks

Mental and physical

Two great strengths indeed

But in the end,

It’s a tie

And I end up back to being a slave

But when I stop and think

I realize I don’t really mind

Without my twin life would be boring

Without her little ideas to make me do things

That would be considered crazy or radical

So, everything’s alright in a way

Despite my chomping at the bit

The battle isn’t a battle of hate

It’s more of a battle of judgment

Without my conscience, life is a drab

And with her, it’s quite exciting

And sometimes I grow tired

Of all this wear and tear

But then I smile to reassure myself

That everything is well

Consciences are funny creatures

Sometimes they’re there

Sometimes they’re not

But without them, life is a bore

Full of nothing but the dreary reminder

Of a pitiful life

So, whenever you feel enslaved yourself

Stop and take a break

Let your conscience control you a while

Trust me,