Why ...
Why is it that I wake up
And can already hear you arguing
Your voices implanted in my mind
Where no one else can listen
You control me
But I like to think you don't complete me
Because if you did
I'd be aggressive, mean, and everything I don't want to be
So I have to ask
Since I'm the only one that can see you
That can hear you
Why do you destroy me?
Your words affect me
You tell me how to dress
How to walk
How to talk
How to live
But I don't know if I'd call this living
Being stuck in my head,
You must not consider yourselves living either
Yet you have all the power
One day, you'll be in harmony
Rather than at war
One day we'll be a family
I just hope it's before you **** me
Gender feelings.
Sometimes it feels like I have a feminine and masculine version of me at war in my head. And since they've been a bit loud lately, I thought I'd write about them.