They said everyone is different,
Do they have these urges too?
Do they argue with that voice.
Every morning at two?
She knows my greatest fear,
She whispers in my ear.
She knows me the best,
That's why she ruins my nest.
We argue everytime
She tells me I'm not fine.
I draw another line,
Then she ties me up with a vine.
Prevents me from moving,
Stepping forward, I was crying.
Can I keep living?
I think I'm already falling.
Where did she come from?
I think I created her.
I probably wanted a friend,
I was too lonely then.
I imagined a voice,
Then talked with my mind.
I coped up for months,
Then she came alive.
She was good and honest,
Now too honest for me.
The facade that protects me,
She let them sink under the sea.
She made me numb
By the truths that I hid.
She ruined my face,
She burned my perfect lace.
Is she helping me?
Is she ruining me?
Why did she burn my cover?
Does she want to take over?
How can that happen?
I know she is me, but then who is she?
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