Dear Doctor
There's something twisted and dark in me.
I tried to pull it out
But it's not just tangled you see
As I screamed and thrashed about,
I realized I'm part of the entity.
I try to deny part of who I am.
I stare at my cowering reflection
An inverted diagram
I can't ignore my untreated infection
It's all a scam
Made by my own deflection
I close my eyes and it's dark and cool,
A childhood flashback,
It's nighttime in a pool,
The moon is gone the water is black
I would sneak in despite the rule,
Just to scream silently until falling slack
Ruined by my greatest strengths
Looking back on my tough composure
I'd smile despite the lengths,
It took to hide when examined closer.
With calm to cover up my pain,
My soul began to drain.
I'm demented, dark while in light,
Shrouded in doubt and fear,
All of this despite
The evil no longer lingering here.
My wounds still hurt
Sometimes I bleed
But I try to subvert
Memories just to proceed.
And yet I still have fragility,
a sad reality
of my personality.
Can you help me?
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