Threat

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.

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