Not one, Not two, But three.

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?