My mind is a dangerous tool
Believe me it is no mind of a fool
I can be rich, I can be poor
I can be who I want, when I choose to be.
I can be spontaneous, or be a bore.
I can be blind or choose to see
You for who you are, what you are
Where you’re coming from & where you’re going.
I can choose to be entirely honest,
You won’t like that.
I can think, fuck that, fuck you.
If you could, you would
Walk over me, shit all over me
Manipulate me or make me beg.
You’d make me squirm, make me second guess myself.
Make me feel that I’m no good or not good enough.
Attempt to assassinate my character, belittling me so you can stand tall.
Talk, keep talking. You see me looking right?
I listen but also filter,
Filter the bull you feed my ears, my mind is aware.
It will not allow you to draw me into a sense of false comfort.