It’s inside me

Itching to get out

It festers and breathes

Under my skin

My twin

She wants out

To come cut me open

Playing with my anger

She slams my head

With my fist

Pulls my hair

With my hands

Cuts my wrists

With my nails

But I can’t kill her

She’s already a part of me

Inside, her hatred seethes

Outside, my pain comforts her

She likes scissors best

She says she feels like a doctor then

Cutting my heart open

“Doesn’t it feel better?” she says

when I’ve scratched my arm right through

I nod and cry

She laughs and smiles

Somebody please help

I don’t know what I’m doing

It’s not me I swear

It’s her

Under my skin

Pulling me in…