He Never Sits, Always Standing

I sit in the quiet and listen to the screams I close my eyes and pay attention to the dreams I wonder so earnestly why it has to be this way I try so much to ignore his voice, to ignore what he has to say I see and struggle to block the visions that torment my mind I live a life that is so unkind The worst part is I didn’t know how I came to be I feel as though this is my cage, the key is gone and I will never be free There’s this darkness that falls upon me That isn’t as lonely as you’d expect it to be I can never really truly feel alone Even when I close myself from the world, there lies my clone He looks like me, sounds like me…… he is me… in many ways Though there’s something different as if he was molded from clay His expression I see spread across his face Creates shivers up and down my spine …..As coldness wraps around this very space He looks at me as if he is planning But he never sits, always standing He watches and whispers things I’d rather not hear Most of the time his actions seem unclear I don’t know how he was formed I don’t know how he was informed Of all of my secrets and insecurities Somehow he knew how to take this opportunity To work with it and cloud my inner thoughts As he stands by to see if what he said has been bought But what more as all these goons come out to play, there’s only this one simple sound Of his voice that lingers all around His voice that is louder than all the rest His voice that beats every test It’s Hard to dance with this demon on my back As he is always poised for an attack But I will fight as hard as I possibly can All I need is a plan… ‘