can see the future, off to the sides
I can see my empty abode
I can hear the loud silence
I can hear mu anguish

I tried to enter normal society
And they even flirted
But they tired of my novelty
And left me in the rain

Should I go to Average?
Would I be Happy?
Would I be Me?
Is it better to be alone and yourself than
to be someone else and unalone?
I think I’ll flip a coin to decide
Heads my self loses
Tails my skull loses
Confusion

I remember the voices, the confusion
Tearing me into all three, all of me
Crying for myself, for the me
Hoping for them to die, for all of me
Trying to keep myself, all just me
Evil, scared, and calm, all in one
All fighting for just one soul

Eighteen months, being wretched
Eighteen months, all isolation
Eighteen months, wasted time
Eighteen months, my rebirth

Straining for the middle road
Walking the path most taken
Any other would kill you,or me
Just an average man, abnormal hell
Wishing for the end of two, of me
Never wasting time to rest
No time, winner isn’t always best

I took a walk one day, on a whim
Sat on bench, through only one’s eyes
No more voices telling me to die
No more voices telling me to kill
No more voices telling me to cry
No more voices testing my will
Took ‘em all down, and maybe me
Time will tell, it might be me
Don’t know who is stronger now
It’s just me right now, for how long?