I Think It's Time For An Exorcism.

No.
I refuse to end up there again.
They HURT me.
Don't you see?
I'm okay, but her?
She's so unstable,
So weak.
Can't handle her thoughts.
We are one,
But we are seprate,
Do you see?
They pretend to be me,
But really,
I'm locked away,
In a tight box at the back of my mind.
Why can't they see?
They'll kill us all.
I can't get them away,
Many have tried,
Many have failed.
They give up,
They leave,
They all do.
I don't want to be like this!
As I settle down for sleep,
I hope it shall come quickly,
Silently praying death comes quicker.