Screaming, spitting, laughing, crying,
Her emotions become mine.
Ruthless, deranged, soft and sweet,
She’s always lurking, masked.
Tempting, revolting, overpowering and insulting,
Am I her or me?
I fight, I fail, in my own mental jail,
While she beckons me in my sleep.
I will be rid of you one day, you faceless monster
Who looks so much like me.
When that day comes, be ready, I warn you,
For I will bring you to your knees.