It's a difficult decision, choosing what I want to be
When the angel and the demon on my shoulders both agree
That the only similarities between my states of mind
Are the bitter disagreements and the mess they leave behind.
Now I'm speaking with my hindbrain and it's getting on my nerves
That this disparate dysfunction gets more time than it deserves
And I challenge that: I'm in my rights to lead the thoughts today
And this bickering delusion is more sad than I can say.
But I keep my fragments gathered close and safely locked inside:
Though I am in two minds, there is one thing I can decide.
The world must only see the whole, behind which I can hide.