Split

This is a poem I made on the topic of multiple personality disorder. I do not deal with this disorder myself, yet I have been diagnosed with other mental conditions which makes it interesting to me.

Hello young man, I tip my hat to you!

What are you doing here alone by the river?

It seems to me you need someone to help you

With your injured leg the package you can't deliver

Allow me to assist you on this fine day

My carriage I put to your service entirely free

It would seem that today is your lucky day!

Sit down and rest, in town you will soon be…

Let me treat your wound, it seems too deep

But with my help you'll see it will heal quick

We'll be there by night, you just need to sleep

Once I have treated you, you won't feel sick...

{That package he carries seems very expensive

The gold decorations make me think of royalty

The damage in his right leg is far too extensive

If he fails to deliver he will face disloyalty}

{Far away from town we are as we travel slow

My horses turn to run in the other direction

Sometimes I fail to hide what lies below

The second will which misguides my intention}

Stop now! You swore not to do it again!

You promised you would break the chain!

{You know full well that was just a lie

Why don't we throw him off and let him die?}

I am a good citizen, I will not hurt anyone

If I do I'll face the wrath of everyone

{No one has to know it was you who did it

Just take it, hide it, you won't have to admit it}

Oh, pardon me young man! I was just thinking

I did not mean to awake you with my chatter

Look, the road before us seems to be shrinking

Do not pay attention to me, it doesn't matter

Instead look how the town seems to come close

The roofs of the houses can be seen right there

I know the payment is what you want the most

Along with your leg that I managed to repair

When we get there I will have to leave fast

For staying too long could become a threat

I cannot allow him to repeat the past

My control is in order, it is rightfully set

{What a lie that is, I am right here with you

Why won't you listen to your true desire?

Come on, take the treasure with you

Could make us rich if sold to the right buyer

{Look at him, see the way his eyes suspect us

He knows that there is something happening here

Yet the only reason he knows is because

You keep begging your true self to disappear}

I am not losing this fight with you again!

In control I have you, inside you will remain!

{If that were true I would be silent

Yet my control is growing violent}

Leave me now, your voice torments my mind!

I swore to leave that wrong way of life behind

{You silly, you just have to open your eyes

See how your puny self finally dies}

{Stop resisting me, let me take command

Allow me to guide the gun in your hand}

{Startle the horses as the gunshot is heard

You have done right, my will you preferred…}

{So now let us go back the other way around

We cannot be seen in town after this

In the middle of the road drop him to the ground

Be sure no one will suspect you for this}

{Do you feel what you've done staining your carriage?

The same feeling you had when you ruined your marriage}

{Why can't you see that being you is what hurts us?

Let the weak one die, let me take command of us…}

Oh fine young man, where are you now?

What is this red stain in the seat beside me?

There is no way, I can't find the how

How you left the carriage without telling me

But that is all right for the treasure sits with me

You said it was important you delivered it

But now that I am going home, it will stay with me

I did not steal it so I won't have to admit

Yet something feels wrong about all of this

Despite the fact this chest contains great treasure

If I had tried to fight him he would have resist

So I must hesitate, I am not entirely sure…

Did you hurt that man we were traveling with?

If you did, his life would be the fifth…

{What does your mind tell you when you ask?

Each of those murders was a needed task}

{Why can't you see that I am the real you?

My mind and my thoughts are what is true}

You must stop doing this, for I cannot run

Please I beg you, this is no longer fun...

{It might not be for you but for me is hilarious

To see how slowly, you grow delirious}

{Soon enough I will be all that remains of you

For the nice man you pretend to be died long ago

Accept it now, I am the only thing that is true

Accept the fact your true self will never let you go...}

Author's Note

Personally, I do not think too highly of this poem myself, so I am rather nervous to hear what you got to say. You can be honest and direct, just don't be too harsh please. Any constructive comment will be welcome. Thank you.