A split, a breaking down
Between the laughter and the frowns
Led me to total self-misrepresentation;
Isolated and dismembered,
Ever since I can remember’
Fighting off the pain of self-realisation.
It is frightening and strange
To find your mind’s been playing games,
To realise there is no interaction;
One of them is me
And the other one is me
But they view each other with fear and retraction.
Years of lonely separation
Bringing little reparation,
Just a tipping point between myself and me;
I feel so much confusion
Finding I am an illusion
Of myself – but am I one? Or two? Or three?