THIS THING THAT IS

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This thing that is the other me
Distorts the thoughts inside my head,
Ignores my pleas, won’t let me be.

It sucks away my sanity
And strews my pain about the bed.
This thing that is the other me

Imbues my sheets with misery.
It turns my dreams to black and red,
Ignores my pleas, won’t let me be.

This thing distorts reality;
I fear my common sense has fled.
This thing that is the other me

Won’t let me cry or try to flee –
I’m paralysed with fear and dread –
Ignores my pleas, won’t let me be.

While this thing’s me, I can’t be free:
My mind’s not mine – I’m better dead.
This thing that is the other me
Ignores my pleas, won’t let me be.


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