The Man Inside Your Head
You are my fancy,
I am your fear.
You are my wardrobe,
I am your spill.
You are my sole friend,
I am your nemesis.
You are my entity,
I am the identity.
You are that barrier,
I am your captive.
You are my armada,
I am your cradle.
You are crispy,
I am cloudy.
You are my lie,
I am your truth denied.
You are my drug,
my escape, my other half.
I am your reality,
your itch, your totality.
I am you
You are me
Like the shadow and the light
is trapped in the same shape
I am your third person,
your alter-ego,
your forgiveness and revenge:
The man inside your head.
poem by Norman Santos
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