whats it like, you ask,
to be two people?
well, darling, if I knew, I’d tell you.
you see, I’m not two people,
nor am I one
but three.
you may see me
sitting alone, you ask why
looking up at you, tears rolling down my cheeks,
I simply do not know why
because there is no reason
it just is.
and no, I do not want to talk
and no, I do not want to move
and no, I do not want to sleep
or eat or go anywhere or do anything
or
exist.
But I wouldn’t expect you to understand.
I also don’t expect you to understand
why I suddenly turn into a monster
the fury rushing through my veins
an overwhelming urge to let go
of all self control and give in
to the beast within me
looking to lash out
furious with the
world and all
that is
here.
you silly people, oh how I pity you
how you search for this feeling of
pure unadulterated joy
nothing holding me back
if only you knew what it felt like
to be greater than human
when the only thing I need
is to exist
within myself
you think you can find this
in a bottle or a pill?
no, this is a gift given to me
a reward at the end of
the grueling challenges
of dealing with
my other two selves.
oh happy happy joy! nothing could take this away!
There is nothing in this world that I can’t achieve
anything, anywhere, I am everything and everywhere
never hungry, never tired, never scared
a true Messiah
I am
three people
who will you meet today?
