The other, Me

In this cell
behind the borders
of the skin
and the high
windows of the eyes
are two people:
The one is mad
the other, Me
It's him that moans and shouts
but I am scared and quiet
In every small hour of the night
I fight him with weakness
and when he wins, he shouts out loud
his resentment against God and the world.
In this small room
of skin and bone
are two
The one is mad
the other, Me