There are two within my head and sometimes the pressure nearly kills me.
Although my heart feels empty my head is full with thoughts and emotions that I cannot control and don't know how to harness.
There are memories that try to drown me,
Cold nights, rough hands,
The reason I've been split in two.
I push away the memories and wear a mask of calm and arrogance,
But control is all just an illusion and I have hid my secrets well.
They push and poke and press me to breaking and then my hands are not my own, my words ripped from my tongue and my wrath to rival the gods.
I appear cruel and calculating,
But I am not truly a monster and the pain I inflict is also my own.
The other inside me would see the whole world burn just to create a spark in our eyes.
But I will not be used for a destruction other than my own.
They want to hurt me,
They want to break me,
They want to shut me away in darkness.
Just like HE did.
But I will not allow it.
I will not cower in fear ever again.
Weakness is a choice and I choose to be strong.
I will not kneel before anyone and when its my time to leave this earth.
I will soar higher than the heavens could ever dream.
