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.