Retroverted

I won't look into my eyes again. I wont see any mirrors to my soul. I am too human like. I lost the real ego for an unreal, mono-dramatic being. Who's got a family, who's tormented with shallow matters of happiness - unhappiness diamonds.

Yes, you're perfectly right, my insane alter ego! You are my schizophrenic comfort, the roots my power resides in, the glory of my strength, the core of my reality. This will remain the sweet never-had of my life: loosing you, my perverted backup reality!