Split

Two,
Two of me exist.

There is Alex,
He is logical,
He is calculated,
He is bright,
He is confident,
He is perfect,

Then,

There is Alex,
He is impulsive,
He is stupid,
He is strange,
He is shy,
He is flawed.

I stand with one on each side,
They take turns,
Who controls me,
Who is me,

Sometimes, Alex takes over,
I shine,

Then, Alex comes to say hi,
I wither,

When I have a moment of clarity,
I can solve any and all problems.

When I feel weak,
I am useless and fall on my knees,

Not moving,
Till I get up.

Then I fly.

They are two,

Yet I am one,
I am made by them.

They are me and I am them,
I am perfectly imperfect.

I wouldn't be any other way.