I'm completely in complete need of nothing to feel complete,
It's this I love to feel but not always can I free my soul enough to attain.
I'm understandably paling in comparison to me, myself, but it won't stop stop changing.
I'm ridiculed every time I speak! Nobody hears by who, I guess its only me.
Why is it that I meet myself with such resistance before I stop and think about it?
I'm trained, brained into me, the train won't stop