It's not me, it's not me, you see. It's not me you're questioning. It's not me who propels this dark side of my psyche.
Anti hides behind my friend, Hope. Anti hides behind my friend, Light. Anti has resided in me for quite a while. Anti hides behind every face-lighting smile.
Anti is not my happiness, It's all the sides of me I'd rather not see, All the sides that feel so right when they speak of the wrong things to me, So real, so authentic. Anti's not who I'm meant to become; a contradiction manifesting itself into my body.
Sometimes, I feel it take over me, Sometimes I let it win. That's usually when people start to not recognize me, That's usually when I feel my kindness freeze, I feel my impatience and tolerance cease - I can no longer digest anything around me.