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.

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