Each to its own

Every William Wilson, foists fraudulent money in pockets of own jackets,
laughing at my demise, only to erupt in angry tears momemts thereafter.

They say, you are your worst enemy. But what if I long only for the fight and struggle alone?

Stay on an island, with your Wilson painted as face on empty ball.
Noone else to challenge, just you and Your own, silent, diaspoval.