When I am alone, I see a man
Quite the opposite of me
Dark and violent, a malicious man
A malignant caricature of my intrinsic self
His mere presence is a torture to me
A burden to withhold, I punish myself for his existence
My self-flagellation overjoys him
At his whim, he can weaken me
Torrents of memories, welling up
From the inner walls of my psyche
These are his weapons against me
Memories of evil deeds, they sicken me
Gilding my mind with regret
Thoughts of lies and angry words
Bore into me with guilt
Innumerable fights that I have instigated
Baseless threats and swearing at my mother
At my worst point, he is strongest
Recalling onto me the pain I have administered
Weakening my spirit, his laughter echoes in my brain
He is me, and I him
In the solitude of my isolation
I see my darker self