My skull is a pea and my brain is a melon
The person in the lower half of my left brain is breaking through
poking his head out and I am no longer in control of him and he is present
He comes out and is the puppeteer of my body
I am fearful of him – of me
We can no longer both occupy this head of mine
one must go and one must stay
Soon I will surrender to his force and he will break me down
and he will become all of me.
He will win and I will loose