What have I created?
A monster’s in my skin.
He’s taking over my life.
Turning me to sin.
He’s talking with my mouth,
Using my hands,
Walking with my legs,
playing in my band.
Why won’t he leave?
How did I create him?
Why can’t I be free?
Of this monster named Jim?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem