Three, four knocking at your door

Born a twin

An invisible shadow to my side
Inside they whispered peacefully
Now they’re eating me alive.
Cold to my warm
Dark to my light
While I can survive the world
The twin I now have to fight.
Im the only ear that hears the voice
A critical figure questioning my soul
When can I reply to argue
Find a balance to real and false.
Jealous that I found life
Though still existing inside my head
Only find peace when I accept
My mind is twinned until I’m dead.

Sent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.

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