Deep beneath my skin, lives my opposite twin.
As I smile at everyone, she pulls out a gun.
When I tell you I'm fine, she cuts my lifeline.
I will laugh all day, and hope she will stray.
But she always finds me, drowning in the dark sea.
I tell the world I'm strong, but she regularly proves me wrong.
People say I'm an inspiration, but she can't wait for my cessation.
Slowly but surely, she takes my life prematurely.
Every single day, my clouds become more gray.
As she overwhelms me, I attempt my last flee.
But she has already become me, as I hang from the tree.