Instincts,
they follow me everywhere I go
everything that I do
my instincts always end up seeping through

When I'm at the supermarket
Instincts,
surround me and won't go away
and string me up onto full display

When I'm at school
Instincts,
tunnel my vision and muffle my words
and fearfully shove me into the herd

When I'm at home
I let my Instincts run loose
let them force me into recluse
and continue to self-induce

Instincts climbing all into my head
Instincts all around, widespread
Instincts that live off of self-abuse
Instincts that make me seek solitude in a freshly tied noose.