I am afraid of her she is me...she looks at me as if I am of an unknown identity... Clothed in negativity, I look at her in wonder as if we are two entities separated by the ozone like the sun is from the earth.... I am afraid of her she is me...

She suppresses her identity to embrace a reality of the Romans 12 nation, conformation! I try to attack by the renewal of my mind but I am afraid of her...she is me!  

I try to escape from the cell I created and as I entered the threshold of freedom I realised...that she is me. I am afraid of who I wanna be but fear who I am she is me!

My existence at war with my creation, like purpose versus pleases, pleasures versus kingdoms...  Kingdom... She rules without permission as I am exiled within myself!

I am afraid of her....she is me!