She comes to me at night
when I lie in bed,
and though I try I can't ignore,
the voice inside my head.
She angers very easily
I can not let her show.
and though I truly hate her
I can not make her go.
For she is me and I am her,
we are both the same.
Two different personalities
living in one brain.
so many personalities are there my dear poet, see. anyway good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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A refined poetic imagination, Amber roser. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.