Partitioned

Two minds, two people
at once.
One free, one locked away.
Which is real?
If anything can be given this name...
For both
Of us are willing, sane.
One of us
suffers, while the other lives free.
And "we"
don't know how long it would be
before relief,
sweet relief for both
and not just me.
For he is triggered by thoughts
beyond himself
Forced into becoming
something else.
To free him I must employ
a myriad
of talents, manipulations,
and skills.
For these bars impair
my will,
So free me swiftly, and then
we fight.