My life has been one big lie
One deception sandwiched by a pair of slithering and slippery fools
Who created me then dropped me in the middle of a puke puddle
At least that's how it felt
I rebel against change though I seek it out
To distract me from my meandering mentations
I revel in the histrionic and embody the
Hypochondriac
For that's who I was raised to be
That's who I reject
A concussed brain can heal given enough direction and rest
But what can a critically complacent and short-circuited crash test dummy
expect to resolve?
Will my quandary ever be solved?
Who am I? That's what I long to know
You know
That when I breathe in I am one person
When I breathe out I'm the alter ego
Who am I? This life I live is for show
It's a show
When I rise in the morning you can see me picking up pieces
Of burned up hopes
But as day becomes night and the dark stomps on the light
I launch the business that sustains me for
another pointless and calamitous dead-end loop
When my alter ego comes out to play
Who am I? That's the question, you know
You know
A lost and unlucky traveler trapped in a labyrinth?
Or am I another character convincing to a fault?
My alter ego.
