The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde has always been my favorites since my school. When I read it in my primary school, I often wondered how a man can have two forms within him.

Today I see Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde within me. Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rapidly change their forms within me leaving people around me quizzical about myself. I've strangely realized that I must kill Mr. Hyde. The other day he showed me his ugly face by the time I wrestled with him and threw him out, it was late. He has left his imprints everywhere in my life, and I am unable to clean them.

The imprints. acrimonious smell and the solicitous face are shadowing Dr. Jekyll. Dr. Jekyll that's gentle, magnanimous, the every caring and understanding one is swallowed by Mr. Hyde. Like Lady Macbeth I cry in vain, "Here's the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten". I have started the fight to vanquish Mr. Hyde. I can hear him moan, roar with anger and the pain within me is numb.

I am gathering strength and courage to face this Goliath within me. I see Dr. Jekyll emerging from the darkness but overshadowed by Mr. Hyde. How will I kill Mr. Hyde? When will I attend his funeral? May be when I rest someday, he too will rest!