pig like snouts informing us of the drought.
Let me reverberate the malcontent and murder rate,
learn which state is which and enter a national debate.
Hahaha,
gotcha, fooled you with stupidity.
Sorry, I'm just lost in the arts of pure lucidity.
I can't be me,
no she's a danger,
VIOLENT DANGER,
a stranger looking to ruin the manger!
But at one time she was a dime and a nickle.
She was the vinegar that made the best pickles.
Fickle maybe, but no person could slay me.
I verbally abused and used their anger to obey me.
Sick sorry demon stuck the good kid in her pocket,
told the little bitch not to squirm or she'd gladly stop it.
Until the little girl got strong and crawled up to her earlobe.
whispered sweet goodbyes then roughly began to probe.
Deeper and deeper she managed to find the spot,
to bring the end of this demon reign and be the one on top.
Snapped off and broken,
the entity got red and swollen.
It's the end of it all,
it's the end of me,
Sorry to all of those that I didn't let run free.
I wish that I was angrier but I cannot be.
Now I'm just the pocket dwelling little tiny me.
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Trying to understand what happens in a brain controlled by two entities is difficult work. You have to learn both but at the same time keep your distance from the one that wishes to destroy. Not only you, no, everything and everyone around you. Little spurts of unwarranted anger stick out like sore thumbs. People start to believe your crazy, and goddamnit you know you're crazy. But why express that in any way? Why tell people about what's going on inside that "pretty little head of yours" ?(go stuff it, by the way) There's no reason to sound the alarms when you've been coping with it all by yourself. NOW! AREN'T YOU THE BIG GIRL, TOUGH AND DEALING WITH IT ALL BY YOURSELF! I wish I were a big girl. Most days I feel like a small bug, creeping along and silently existing alongside others that would much rather see me exterminated or taken care of in any grotesque yet acceptable way. Then again there are so many people who flounder at me. They think I'm the nicest person they've met and tell everyone I'm good. Yet my soul feels so bad. THERE'S NO WAY YOUR CRAZY. YOU'RE THE NICEST PERSON I KNOW! Yeah, well, nicest doesn't always mean so. Then again it's not like I don't work hard to keep her at bay, god FORBID I let her get a hold of the steering wheel, I'd be done for good. She's angry this time and she's in it for the win. Every moment of weakness I show is a grab at the gold for her. So, like I earlier stated how could someone understand what it's like to battle with yourself every day for control of the things you say and do. Especially when everything that is said and done will be reflected upon you and only you. Not you and the other you, HAHA, because there really is no other you. It's a figment that is dominating your consciousness. It's a clutter of subconscious anger trying to pry open your cognitive thought and control it to release the welled up infatuation. Many people pick up hobbies or little mantras they perform to control these things. They eat different foods, sleep earlier, keep journals, work out, take yoga lessons, clip coupons, whatever pleases their fancy really.But everytime I've attempted to keep my mind busy with other things, I find this other entity starts to control even those things. Now, I'm telling this to an internet blog because no one else wants to hear about it. No one else even thinks its real. Probably laughable mostly, "hahaha, she thinks there's two people in there."
WELL HAHA YEAH I'M A FUCKING LOONY TOON THANKS.
And now I'm done because this is pointless.