Simply Insane (The effects of three minds.)

Urg,
Some days are good, some days are bad.
Sundays are moderate.

We need to eat.
But food costs money.
We need money.

I need something.
Something of a control.
Maybe medication.
But Anna doesn't like such things.

Poetry doesn't do much.
A thought is a thought.
Is a thought.
The form, doesn't do much.

Simple things like energy are overrated.
And happiness is simply for idealists.

No-one really achieves anything.
Jack and Anna, just prevent failure.

I am who I am who I am.
Who am I not?
Am I not?
Am I?

Be it, Jack.
Jack is who I am.

Then who is Anna?
Simply a feeling? Or is she a part of me too?
Is anything a part of me?

We know, through history. That everything changes.

Even you, will one day, change.

History tells us nothing is ever as it seems.
Before gravity was discovered, we wondered, what stops us from going up?
If we thought nothing stopped us, would we go up?
History tells us history changes.

After all, my gods are almost dead.
But, alas, something tells me that my birth-right still exists.
What is simply a name, given to pass along for generations,
Is simply something I can't afford to change.

Because I lack the £30.

My birth-right. My name exists somewhere.
But it never portrayed who I am.
Or maybe it did.
But, whatever the situation, whatever history that is written,
I hate who I am.

I am my birth-right.
I am Jack.
Am I Anna?
I suppose I should be.

I'm just not who I'm not.
And I'm not who I am.

The format, the layout.
The structure.
Is all wrong.
But it is still who it is.
It still exists, cyberneticly.
And it still tells it's story. It's feeling. It's thought.