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…
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