You say the real me's dead.

That I killed her.

That I'm different now.

But you don't understand.

The me you know

Killed the real me

Some of us are real, and right, as you would put it

And that is your real you.

But me?

I'm different than that.

I am not good and pure

Like you

I am not human, exactly

But I'm not an alien

For a human is humane

I am not

I am just the part of you that comes out once in awhile

That for me is the opposite

You say I died

But did I die, or do I now live?