Here I am again, on a wrong day.
My other personality is not gone,
just hidden in silence waiting by the door,
I had become stronger and
she doesn't have control;
self-discipline is what I need
to keep my life real.
Do not let her out,
not a minute, not a second, not anymore,
all she needs is for me to doubt
and she´ll be out taking control.
at last
a poem extaordinary - i am wowed
wow thanks
wow thanks