Sometimes it seems a little crowded
Living in my head
Like too many friends and lovers
Sharing a quarrelsome bed
I can't seem to manage priorities
Fast enough to keep the peace
Running myself ragged
So many demands I must acquiesce
Once one screaming mouth is placated
Another demand pipes in its shrill
A cacophonous consort of chaotic companions
Each vying for its separate fill
Sometimes I don't know who I am
Which personality should dominate
I can distract one thought to accomplish another
But how to decide which inspiration to create?
Can I be all of me at once?
Or at least can I have a well earned break?
From this tireless tug of war that is life
From this ceaseless give and endless take

I wonder what people think of me
As I walk into the room
Behind those eyes so kind
And yet so stabbingly cruel
Is their smile sincere?
And after I've gone my own way
Will they remember me?
And what things will they say?
Shallow wonderings about shallow thoughts
Would I change if they bid it so?
I surely hope that I would never be so weak
As to stoop that sadly low
So why then do I wonder
But simply to torture feelings
Into holding firmer convictions
Rebelliously fueled into being
So in truth they do in me light change
Their presence a spark to ignite
Self analysis which in turn
Guides me to the me I knew forthright