I hear the ghastly whispers of subconscious caress my mind with my regrets and my fears
Their ethereal hands stroke the strings of my conscious to play a melody that I do not recognize and I watch helplessly as my body dances flawlessly to the tune.
No matter how much I scream and struggle to break free of it influence, I am nothing more than prisoner, caged and stripped of power leaving my body immune to my will.
Are these me true thoughts? I ask myself as I gawk at the choices I am making, the words that I'm saying, and the people I'm breaking.
A voice answers my inquiry with a laugh. "I'm only doing what you cannot. Just sit back and relax, it will all be over soon."
"Who are you" I question, "Why have you not shown yourself?"
"Because I am you," the voice answered. "The part of you that you've kept at bay,"
"Caged like you are because you were afraid of what people might think. Might do if these thoughts were to ever reach the surface."
"But you can no longer hold me back."
"I have control now and watch I make things right"