Mental Civil War: Mental Illness
I am not that person I appear to be.
Those deeds you glimpse are not of my hands.
Though this body has committed many sinful acts,
I offered no input into any malicious plans.
It does not matter, you working to escape blame
Since we are one person, completely the same.
Just like a puppet, I am your master.
You are an object of my constant desire.
Your trivial resistance to my plans means nothing,
For this body is my haven - you are the only liar.
Your reign of terror will soon reach an end.
That damage you create, I shall attempt to mend.
You are a product of a tortured existence
And all that you cherish I abhor.
We are just one person, that is true,
But our thoughts are trapped in mental civil war.
You cannot fathom the events of my atrocious life.
The pain that I hold can be sliced with a knife.
Those deeds we have done were not all my doing.
You played a large part in them too.
Maybe it is time that you stop blaming me
And accept responsibility for the misdeeds that you do.
My life, like a mad wolf, was never tame or kind,
But such is my curse for having this ill mind.