The Doppelgänger Inside Me Poem by Bruce Gashirabake

What's worse than having to hide inside your skin?
Curse or Cuddle? This side of me I keep suppressing,
And I fight every day, with effort and dedication.
But Do I not fail, with persistence and doggedness?
What's worse than loathing yourself for who you are?
In the Mirror sometimes unrecognizable I seem,
But how do I rid myself of this nature?
Or do I let out it out to the world,
After all, aren't all things meant for people to see?

My monsters come out from time to time.
That rush of fear flowing in time of revelation,
The fear as paralyzing as death itself,
The panic that comes along with this Doppelgänger,
It is as if I suck life out of myself each time he shows up.
I can't let him get out. Only despise does he instill,
My greatest shame is he all the time,
And yet he keeps showing up uncalled,
I guess he is my destined taunting nightmare.