'Mr Hyde I know you have problems
Let's talk
Said my shrink
You can't hide
Mr Hyde
For the rest of your life'
So I lay on the couch
And I told him
Most of it
That I have two sides
Not one, but two
And of them's me
And the other is too
Then my shrink said
'Yes but who will you chose ?'
One of my sides is easier to be; one of my sides is easier to show
And just for show
My soul is cooked, steam baked
Stewed
Beaten, stolen, broken
Used
Who am I? uttered
Without a clue
'You are both a difficult patient
Schizophrenic
Narcissistic
Academic
Why don't you tell me?'
But I don't know
I'm just me
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