Being Me...

He said he would steal my identity, I chuckled and told him I would give it to Him freely. But be warned, my demons feast daily Upon my mental marrow. My monsters play to slay, They don't mess around until tomorrow. If you can last an hour being me And not curl up in a ball and weep, Then by all means take what was me And make it you but always be true To the madness you are stepping into.