Trapped Within

The man I see across from me,
is not the me I used to be.
For me to be this man I see,
would border on insanity.
And though if he could possibly,
bear some proof that he were me,
It would not help to set me free,
from this stranger that I see.

I close my eyes, but still I see,
this man from whom I can’t be free.
Ask the one who says he’s me.
He should know, Can’t you see?
It’s all so simple, how can we,
sitting here, just he and me,
hope to both live peacefully,
if I am him and he is me?

This cant go on, this travesty.
One must go, he or me.
It does not matter truthfully,
for either way I will be free.
Upon his face I look and see,
a glimpse of my mortality.
A shout, a drop of blood, or three,
some shattered glass in front of me.

Is all that's left of the other, He,
the nightmare only I could see.
Now I am free, once more to be,
exactly as was meant to be.
So if by chance you look and see,
within my eyes another me,
starring back so desperately,
as if to say “He isn’t me!”,
Just disregard it, I beg of thee,
for all has worked out perfectly.

He is gone, that other me,
and I am all you need,

you’ll see.