Switch up

“My minds just meh”

“My body’s feeling bleh”

Another day waking up faking stuff that should be normal

When I switch up its like the other sides gets up an crosses the portal

He just wants to play but I know he plans to stay

Until I am nothing just a thought on a display.

Maybe I’m unhinged or is it crazy to think the creativeness he brings

Without him I am without I so in the end nobody wins.

He’s a beast thats at least locked away for a bit

But after sometime he eventually has to split

“My minds feeling meh”

“My body’s feeling bleh”

The pressure is the true stressor he’s like a professor of pain

I get lectures he is an architecture he builds an designs my brain

These words I speak as my eyes leak I really do need help

Can I be saved or am I enslaved to my crazy self

He craves pain it’s the same as alcoholics with booze

When he sees blood he seems to have fun it makes him feel loose

Duck duck goose but I’m the one he always will choose

For him it’s a game in the end it’s the same I always will lose.

Needle in a haystack but instead it’s another being in my head

Wish I could pluck him out an figure it out stomp him out dead.