Like Jekyll and Hyde, there are two that reside inside.
I've become so self aware.
Can too much knowledge of thyself lead to destruction?

Like Jekel and Hyde, my curiosity grows everyday.
Who plays the role of my negative doings?
Situations I would never put myself in if my consciousness was crystal.
Words I would never say if I supposedly love the human I am screaming at.

"supposedly love". I do love that human being I'm screaming at. She helps me recognize when my darkness has taken over. She calms me. She loves me too. And suddenly my darkness fades, I fall to my knees, and embrace love.