Splited Personality Poem by Helen Vorst

Actually this lines are responding to Gesse's Steppenwolf. I was not impressed very much with the book but they say that the thing you was second ago may differ from what you are right now just because you have had a thought, have read a line, have seen a pictire...
From the other hand, i always was attached by the thought of how it must ache to see some different person inside you.
Chaotic explanation =)


I'm on the edge again
Get hysteria twice per day
Sooth myself with meds and lie
Pleased with not-sudden thought of suicide

Nor I bring flowers
To the tomb of my choked off love
Neither I broke with friends
And bleeding soul I do not have

I just don't know how i have my poor self divided
Onto hundreds ugly stumbling, sweeping things
One of them are playing jujes, the second are offsiders,
The cruel saints, black-blooded swans and beggar kings

They cloud
They crowd
My head
They'd got me dead

They took my sleepy sun
Of happy ignorance
Can't stop hear them shout
They'd wear me out

I've lost what for I've been so long
I stand in dirty snow and ash
On my mad planet that's going
To break up into trash