Alter Ego

He smirks at me, makes a hand sign telling me to head south
I do what he says always, even if I don’t want to. He has some sort of control
Some form of power I can’t resit. I hate him, but can’t desist
Desist from wanting him. And though I want to make me happy, pleasing him is my goal
“punch her in the face” “headbutt him in the chest” “fuck his eye up”
Weird commands I tell you. He’s had no soul for ages.
He, like black smoke, twirls in my white mind and does all the evil he wants
No, he’s not Satan. He’s just my Rage.

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