Alter Ego
There sits on my shoulder is a small man
Looking like he’s my real alter ego
Surely seeming not to ever let go
Telling me of things to do, what I can
Sometimes he tells me to run, then I ran
I have little to hold, little to show
With him I can’t do what I surely know
He keeps me from joy, and with life he bans
Little fearful being which he creates
Making me do things I don’t want to do
Never does he go and alleviate
He posts deep hatred into what is new
Painful pieces of life he wallows in
I wish he was gone, and would take a spin
Russell Sivey
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