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Me:



Who are you?- You look familiar, I recognize your face,

Where am I?- You’re all around this place.

Your presence is haunting me- It’s almost like you’re taunting me,

I feel different than I ought to be- Answer my questions, Talk to me.

It feels so cold here- And I feel all alone,

These roads lead to nowhere- I feel kind of weird, Tell me what’s wrong.

Why did you bring me to such a foreign place,

Are you trying to tell me something- What are you trying to say?

I don’t get the point- It’s just darkness and confusion,

Images are popping up- But it’s just illusions.

Your face is every where- It seems that I know you,

Flashbacks are happening- Things I used to do.

Now I see the present- And it seems the future as well,

You’re trying to show me something- That much I can tell.

I ask you once again, who are you?- And answer me this time,

I’m sorry I don’t understand- Maybe I’m just blind.



Him:



My child I am your conscience- You are inside your mind,

I took you from the outside world- To try and show you mine.

You torture yourself with childish antics- And convince yourself that you’re sad,

You wake up everyday with hatred- And your Life really isn’t that bad.

This is the world you’ve created for me- And the face is yours that you see.

You’re locked away- Trapped in your own head,

And day by day you seem more and more dead.

You do get sad- And depression is a problem,

But you keep searching for answers- But you’ve already got them.

Now listen to these words- I am here to help you,

But you have to help yourself- And you know what you must do.

This is your Life, you know that already- Don’t depend on no one else,

This is your silent struggle- It’s you against yourself.









Michael C. Lucas