Conflicted By Self-Ness

Pick is conflicted by self-ness She rarely ponders or introspects but it is a weird evening Pan, her cousin, would never understand, so she will not bother. She stands at the edge of the swamp, Was she coming or going? It is important as water by day is her refuge Where she is murky, muddled, and angry Dragging things down, she revels at their drownings. She has a quota, and she is not afraid to fill it. Six kills daily, or she will not get to be her night-self. Her night-self is what Pick lives for; she loves being good. Goodness comes forth when she steps onto land; Good by night, bad by day. It is her curse, She can share with no one. She hesitates at the bank. Is it dusk or is it daylight? She has lost track of herself, and it really does matter...