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.