Who's the sociopath?
Not I! I say.
Its only the man in my head.
Alive in the night and dormant by day.
And who's so immoral?
How could you point your finger at me?
Its the other me...the other me!
I'm not responsible for what he wants to be.
A monster?
Evil?
Oh no, not a trace.
Its only sometimes that his grin
spills out upon my face.
Liar?
Killer even?
Your accusations wound me, Dear.
He's locked up inside
most of the time.
I swear,
there's nothing to fear.
