There's a little angry man yelling inside my brain all the time, about my failures, about my spites, he is me, but he isn't me either. My actions don't reflect him (or at least I try to make sure they don't) and sometimes I feel ill often do or say things in spite of him, knowing he's is wrong, but still, I'll yield to him, let him scream in my head. I wish I could truly know him, let him be not just a fragment of me, but his own person. Maybe he could ease himself of his own pain that way, cause as just a part of me, he'll always be there regardless of my growth change or maturity, bitter, caged, lonely.
