On the inside
The real me has been taken. Out of reach like a high shelf. I’m someone else on the inside but on the outside I look like myself.
The words out of my mouth are in my voice.
But when it comes to saying them I really have no choice.
Dying inside, without a purpose . But smiling face out on the surface. I know there’s people who need me and I know I will survive. It’s just hard to fight the thoughts sometimes of not wanting to be alive.
The other me is nasty, really bad piece or work… a complete and a personality of a jerk.
She is pure evil, a devil in disguise and I know she is wrong but I still believe her lies.
She says I am nothing without her, like I can’t think for myself. Not only that but she tells me what to do as well!
The real me is happy, care free cat! But she’s hidden away by that ****!
But I’m sure real cat will soon come to light.
I can’t be the only one tired of this fight.
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