Inside many of us
is a small old man
who wants to get out.
No bigger than a two-year-old
whom you'd call lamb chop
yet this one is old and malformed.
His head is okay
but the rest of him wasn't Sanforized.
He is a monster of despair.
He is all decay.
He speaks up as tiny as an earphone
with Truman's asexual voice:
"I am your dwarf."
"I am the enemy within."
"I am the boss of your dreams."
"No. I am not the law in your mind,
the grandfather of watchfulness."
"I am the law of your members,
the kindred of blackness and impulse."
See. Your hand shakes.
It is not palsy or booze.
It is your Doppelganger
trying to get out.
Beware... Beware...
-Anne Sexton, Intro to "Rumpelstiltskin"
I would like to meet the old man that is my Doppelganger.
I would also like to meet everyone involved in the making of the video below.