Consistent, oh when were you
ever consistent enough to be yourself?
Every single day, you were,
one different person altogether.

Had you and I both fooled equally.
Now, even you do not know
who you actually want to be.
And I, don't know who to trust.

Whispering sweet nothings,
then came your cruel cussing.
You've always been rude and polite;
please choose between the two.

Trapped in your own mind,
all captive to yourself.
Does it hurt you a lot when you
don't even know yourself?

Your eyes looked forlorn;
lost in that deep, distant forest.
Unable to turn back,
and forever you shall stay:

to the extent you forgot yourself.
Never, ever consistent;
the only flaw you'll ever have.