DUAL PERSONALITY
I slept, afraid of what may come
The nightmares or whom I may become.
I was quivering with fear
I dreaded of what may happen to the ones who were near.
The night came, and I became a beast
Again inside someone whom no one recognized.
I met no one, and no one cared a least
I shut myself up, and never again socialized.
The beast ate up my soul
And all that was left of me was flesh and bone.
I was afraid--frightened of what I could do
And I asked my soul if I hated myself too.
The answer was--NO, I don't
I just have a problem of identity.
I don't hate myself--I won't!
After all, I can have my own dual personality.