It's my way!

Sometimes i feel, i am possessed Or may be goodness is exocised large canvas wobble white Millions of people running wide I? I stare for long hours birds flying and my mirror-sister's unknown crime She stares me back powerless A shriek of fright veils within me. I carry myself to same places  caging, annihilation, distortion, choked What a victory! I am a walking dead eclipse I see everything with absolute bland But with them i merry Counting on stitches that they gave and will one, two,...fifteen still lamenting on their rules, still will!!