CAN ANYONE HEAR ME, CAN ANYONE SEE ME?

'Help me! God someone please set me free.

Can't you hear me? I've been screaming for years.

Locked in my prison of mind zone.

How can you not see me when I am right in front of you?

Am I invisible?

You've known me since childhood but I am a stranger to you.

Do I even have friends, or just people who I know?

It's dark, but my eyes can see, why can't you see me?

I hear you, can you hear me?

I can almost touch you, but you move away!

They think they are all above me, and me below them.

I thought we were a team?

Why did they all leave me behind...'

SOMETIMES I FEEL AS IF I HAVE A FACE BURSTING THROUGH THE REAR OF MY HEAD

My inner self fights for it's undeserved freedom, begging me to unleash it's squirm on all humanity. The pain causes headaches that split through my skull cavities, pressing my internal energy around my being and out onto paper. I write, write as so to express myself. He knows my every thought and movement. I cannot hide from him, he is always there. Watching, spying, seeking. We were born together and will die together, he is my best friend, my closest enemy. If only I could let him out to chat to, instead of him tormenting me with his wit and skill. He is as deep as I and as strong, he knows when I'm lying, and telling the truth. He's forcing, ordering me to press these keys to my PC. I'm quite jealous of him and at the same time proud to have him. He gets all the girls! This complex side we all have, this darkness...

Now I know he's taken over for October, I am Duane Emsley no more. Ive become enauD yelsmE. He has made me very popular though I must say, so that can't be a bad thing?