Brute

Who is this brute standing before me?

Who is this monster looking right at me?

I do not recognise him

I do not identify with him

And yet he is here, whenever I lose control


When I can no longer steer this ship

He creeps in and takes control

And suddenly I disappear

While he steers us to a shipwreck


My greatest foe, I cannot see

Unless I admit that he is me

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