I Was Jim Poem by Ashlee Frisch
I Was Jim
Rating: ★3.5
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?
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