This new person...he isn't nice,
He doesn't tell you that you're beautiful,
Or that he enjoys watching you sleep.
This new me..he is mean,
He is cruel,
He is dark,
He is the new me.
He does what he please,
Whenever he wants,
He will hunt you down,
Kill you in the dark.
This newer person, he is different.
He is a happy soul,
He will tell you what you want to hear,
He will advise you, on what you need to know.
He has many personalities,
They live on the borderline,
My fault line, inbetween.
They change him greatly,
But he doesn't seem to mind lately.
He's becoming stronger everyday,
Pulling through,
In every single way.
He could possibly break this spell, and pull through this hell.
This, would be very swell