"I'm an open book, go ahead and take a look,"

says the first couple of pages.

But in chapter three you'll see that ambiguity nourishes me.

Then the rest of the book is just personalities I threw in some cages.

 

Ready to be put on display whenever I need be interesting.

Simply because who I was flees me

and who I'm becoming doesn't interest me.

 

Go ahead and judge me! I don't care!

No, wait! Actually I really do.

In order to survive I need all the attention and approval from you and you.

It gets truer and true.

I may seem like a gentleman but on the inside I thrive from being,

well.... cooler than you.

 

You see the person I am internally,

contradicts the person that exists externally.

I'm like a misanthrope who loves parties,

and trust me that's no hyperbole.

 

A pitiful, miserable miser who would trade it all for fun in a second.

I'll save my whole life for something precious, then just decide to wreck it.

 

I know it sounds confusing like it's some sort of

symbiotic, cooperating bipolar disorder.

But this is just me. An anomaly. And honestly,

choosing a side or becoming someone else just terrifies me.

So I'll just continue to be.......