Final Stand

There are two worlds I live in. Two worlds with two of me. One is bright and sunshine. The other is dark and far off, with cobwebs and maggots. I like to pretend that the dark world is non exciting. But it does... It lives and thrives inside me, pulsing like a wound. And then there is the other girl with sharp teeth and a wicked smile. She haunts me and teases me. I tell myself to remember the pretty girl with sunshine smiles and a candy heart, but i am afraid, she is beginning to flicker and fade like a dying candle. In this real world that i live in im crazy. but maybe its the world that is crazy, not me.