I don't know how I started writing poetry. It might not be that bad after all.

Multiple personality disorder

Oh boy, what have you done? Why did you do it?

I don’t know. It wasn’t me. It’s like someone pushed me to it

I can’t explain. It’s like I lost control.

It’s like my own mind has a mind of its own

I can tell, there’s someone else inside

Doing things I would never have done

Who is it? Who is this other person?

Does it mean he and I share one mind?

I know we’re different, but it seems we’re the same

Two different people, living one life

He’s like a beast I can never tame

Getting into trouble while I take all the blame

We are like two sides of the same coin

We are opposite, yet we can't be separated

I have two personalities

One is cool, the other is a calamity

But who will listen? Who would believe?

No one, I think. Except those who grieve

I guess no one will ever see the other guy

For I am he and he is I