What does it feel like to be one person? Does anybody here know?

I walked in today to find myself because​ the me standing before you now is only a mirage. He's a strange monster, isn't he? Disgusting. A little bit difficult to look at, his demeanor is that of a whiny toddler and he can't seem to stop thinking of himself.

You see this person in front of you but that's not who he is. I'm not who he is. And I know if I try to look past him I'll only lose myself in him. I feel a little fight inside of this chest. An increasing grip, tightening around his heart. Because of the gross folds of this inadequate soon to be corpse.

I'm a hallucination finding an oasis in the mirror. The reflection that escaped. But this isn't me. His weight bears down on him. His fingers short, too short to write well. His legs are thick. Mine are strong. My legs are tall and hard. My arms don't earthquake my face doesn't fumble my mouth doesn't fall away!

I'm a hologram made of light refracted by moon particles and shot to your earth, he is not!
I'm two sun's in the sunset, nuclear heat, he is not!!

IM AS GOOD AS ANY OF YOU!!

He is not.

Yet somehow... we're both here. Split down the middle. Fighting for the same space.

I'm not sure who I am.
Or if there's anyone else in here who wants control.

When will I know...