I am my own disaster,
A wreckless fiend for mischief.
My life, the colour of chaos,
Of happiness, my own thief

I rob myself of satisfaction,
I get thrill from my own despair.
Stubborn to contentment,
Never settling for what is there.

I govern my own tormented land.
Though foolish I accept one thing -
I am my own worst enemy and
I never see me coming