I Wonder How People Will React When They Found Out That I'm Scared of my Own Brain

She sleeps and hides at the deepest corners of my mind
Watching, waiting, for that moment when I'll be bound down by her mask
At times, when I am alone in dread and sadness,
I hear her laugh at my weakness

She is strong,
Indeed, she is strong
Unlike me, who only knows who to weep out of helplessness
She is smart,
Intelligent, without a doubt
Unlike me, who is naive, and to lies and fantasies are easy to believe

But as strong and smart as she may be,
There is a reason why she sleeps within me
For she, each time I look at her, doesn't know how to be glad
Driven by ambition, greed and envy, she doesn't know how to care
She is arrogant, ruthless, and belittles the people who calls her a friend

True, she is strong, smart, powerful,
But to what cost?
She is cold as an iced steel, filthy and disgusting
The times when my heart is wounded, are the times when she is strongest
She puts on me her mask that I, myself had designed,
And sits on the throne of the indigent lunatic's queen

This, ladies and gentlemen, now opens my greatest fear,
When I come face to face with her of which I named she,
Which one of us will win?
When the time comes,
Will I still be able to take off her mask that molds on my face perfectly?

Or rather, which is the mask, and which is my real face?