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Here I sit,

Alone again,

Wondering to myself why things happen to me.

Some are good,

Most seem bad,

And they always happen to me.

Why me!?

I've demons in my body,

And an angel in my soul,

Voices in my mind,

And emotions that won't annul.

I'm losing control of myself,

I'm losing who I am.

I snap at people dear to me,

And embrace those I hate.

I've been accused of many things,

A lunatic some call me,

Crazy, wild, and insane!

Others call me daft; demented and deranged.

Few have seen the good in me,

They say I'm blessed with the sense.

It's nothing but a curse to me, because of what it does.

I know others feelings

And hear others thoughts.

And I feel any number of things around me.

What am I to do?

Why me!?