You are so docile and forlorn
Trampled by destiny
You are totally beaten
So meek, you don't fight back
Tear is your weapon
Under little strain, you do break.

I am stronger
Handling pressure is my specialty
Under high stress I was born
Though younger, I am more matured
Don't get me wrong but,
How could we both reside in the same body?

You think that I am not your alter ego?
I know more about you
Than you can even envisage
I want full control
But you are against me
Now that I am here
Everything would be alright
I am here to help.