I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia PlathI am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Sylvia PlathIt's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.
Sylvia Plath