Behind my eyes he stares and stares
Looking out at a world
For which he does not care.
He’s locked inside -this other me
A creature I dare not let free.
He rages, complains and paces my mind,
Towards me his words are always unkind.
Sometimes my anger
Nearly sets him sets him free.
This hidden thing – this other me.
What he might do I dare not ask.
He must always remain
Locked behind my mask.
Mark Catlin–November 2012
My twin is inside bleeding
My twin is cut and scarred
He’ll tempt me-
Then he’ll punish me
For being feeble
Leave me here-