There’s a person dwelling inside my head
Whose craving for chaos must yet be fed.
This person has a corrupt obsession,
Uses me like some kind of possession.
I cry and protest, try to shake her hold,
It’s useless, in the end I always fold.
Because, buried deep, I want to obey.
That Shadow of me enjoys this sick play.
She continues to test my sanity,
Gladly altering my reality.
We dance and sing to her psychotic song,
We play and laugh, although I know it’s wrong.
Now, as I look through unfamiliar eyes,
Back at myself, take the time to revise.
I finally realize this girl is me.
The girl in my head is me, broken free.