The hate & rage that I release onto a page
Only demonizes my desire to be a well spoken sage
The other side of me
Is that which I’m so dearly afraid
Because it alters my reality
And can have the good version of me
Stuck behind a barricade.
I feel troubled when my vision is doubled
My reflection on the mirror
Shows another creature whose facial hair is stubble
But when he looks at me he smiles with a slight smirk of disgust
He brings out my worst
Brings out my hate, and murderous desire to debate & lust.
He is me, and I am he
Together somehow we were formed to live in unity
But that’s insanity
We can not live in unison
For my flesh is human
He sees my flesh like venison
Meat to tear apart and eat
His time is consumed on the better part of me, trying to defeat!
Who will win… he, me, him, or it?
SkTzO