There is a person inside me
Fighting to get out
I must restrain

The struggle for control
Is it fear of rejection or fear of going to jail
Is it consideration
Maybe I just think too much
Considering all the change I've undergone
It's a wonder I still fight it
I don't trust my own judgement when I'm stressed out
Turning my eyes elsewhere for something strong to cling to
Because I am not strong right now
I'll just pretend
I think, therefore I am
It's bullshit, and all I have

Lashing out doesn't solve the problem
But it revives my tolerance
I find that I make friends with anyone I accept
Keep your enemies close, someone told me
That person was probably my enemy, too
There is little reason to be fair
Choose me because I'm complexly better

I should have other things to think about
Ones with greater impact
A smile if I daydream

A pile of dead pop 'tards would make for pretty lawn ornaments