The Other Self..

I haunt the graveyard
and befriend the spectres,
who roam around
mourning their unfulfilled wishes.

I spin the gossamer
of unrequited love and jealousy
blinding everything honest
and turn joy into grief.

I am that tiny voice in your head,
who makes you evil
and lets reason run amok
while happiness gets slaughtered.

I am not vile,
but I cannot see beauty
an unfaithful lover
who goes away with time.

You cannot banish me,
I am not in your dreams,
You did not conjure me,
but were born with me.