Why is it that my natural instincts,
my most basic reactions, tends to
make a victim out of me?

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.

My Instincts are kicking in
They are telling me to run
But my legs are sore and my lungs are weak
They are tired from worry
They are tired from anticipation
My eyes are open when it's time to sleep
My teeth are bared when it's time to eat
Its fight or flight
In this world of mine
And this time
I'm the meat

Trotting through the forest,
Howls sounding sorest,
I listen to the wolves cry,
Talking to the moon just as I.

We run free,
Because we are afraid and alone,
Looking for company,
For someone to accept us as their own.

I trust my instincts to protect,
Just as easily as water can reflect,
I trust my heart to lead,
Because I know I won’t be mislead.


But it isn’t as easy as it seems when your supposed to be the predator but instead your the prey...

The most perfect
eyes are those
of the mind.