Prominent and respected in reputation fades to horrendous disgust like light and dark.
I am a good person, and I do good deeds, but so many bad ones as well indeed
The potential to do great good and great evil frightens me, but also gives me a sense of joy.
I hated the way I was, but I loved being individual.
I hate who I have become and he loves to see me fail.
What have I done to myself?
He and I are in constant conflict, and our differences are the enemies.
Or perhaps he is…
It’s always a dual.
We’re so opposite but so identical.
Meshed together and divided by personalities.
All I desire is to be content.
And for that, one of us has got to go…
Help me.