Sometimes, I let HER do all the talking.
The talks I’m too scared of having.
While I,
sit and watch.
I let HER have the floor when my temper is hidden in a corner,
The floor that opens up and swallows me
There I,
sit and watch.
I let HER have my tongue, as I talk down another human being
A human being I probably know by name.
But still I,
sit and watch.
I let HER have my hands as I use them to cause harm,
Harm to both me and the other.
Again I,
sit and watch.
I let HER be my Queen and possess the seat on the throne
As I blow off hot air with a wooden fan.
And then I,
sit and watch.

She is my inner mind,
the part that is strong and brave.
The part that takes care of me and stands up for me.
The part that doesn’t know good from bad.
The part that sympathizes with no one and feels no pain.
The part, deep down, I’m scared of being.
The part, deep down, I’m afraid I’ve become.