Warrior

I can feel it watching me.
Like I'm the puppet and it's the puppeteer; It pulls the strings and I'm forced to do whatever it wants.
Like I'm Its own little freak show that its watching behind a mirror window and I have No idea when it will decide to come out and take over.
I want to silence its wrath before it even begins. But it still lingers here, shadowing my every move.
Even though it lives inside of me, it is not me. Maybe it chose me because it thinks I'm weak. Maybe i am . 
Maybe it chose me because it thinks I'm strong just like it is. Maybe I am. 

Maybe it chose me because it thinks I'll give in, that im a quitter. I'm not.