Hyde in My Head

They say it’s like Jekyll and Hyde in here but I never get to choose

who wakes up in my skin.

I see the shadows dance before the sun, hear symphonies no one else can name.

The world folds in strange ways

only I understand.

A gift? A curse?

I call it company. I’ve never been alone

not once, not even in sleep.

Forty-five years in this skin

and I still don’t know

if I’ve ever truly tasted joy

or just chased echoes of it.

But I live.God, I live.

Even when the mirrors lie,

even when the sky whispers threats, I lace up my shoes and go.

You have to.

You learn to.

And it takes someone rare

a soul made of patience and fire to love me without flinching.

Because I don’t come with guarantees.

Because today,

you might meet the storm

or the soft.

Or both.

But I promise,

there is beauty in this chaos.

There is truth in this noise.

And I’ve learned

even cracked glass

can throw the fiercest light.