Black Out

I hear the voices in my head again,
Whispering I can hardly hear them.
Then I black out,
Unaware of what just happened.

Why have I changed my clothes?
How did I get to this strange place?
I have no idea,
So many questions I have to ask,
Yet I have no answers.
I black out again.

Finally free, I can do what I want.
Run around, change, do what I want.
Finally rid of this person who takes control.
I whisper silently so he can hear,
Yet he has no idea that I live.
I live in him and he doesn't know.

Dual personalities I believe its called,
I know what goes on, I know everything.
And he, the person who controls everything,
Has no idea.