that other man i would like to think isn’t really a part of me  

he is miles away and i don’t know where he lives

but the truth is he lives around the corner and i see him everyday

and though i would like to pretend, i don’t know him

he is very much a part of me

i know he is hanging around and he likes to jump in when things get in my way

he likes to rant and rave and make a big display

which exaggerates the problem and makes it bigger than it needs to be

he really pisses me off, especially because he is me

i deal with him much better, some days he doesn’t get his way

sometimes when i am lazy he runs all over me

but at least i have come to accept him and that has made one thing clear

i no longer pretend he doesn’t exist and i am working on getting him

another place to stay