Mrs and Mr Mental
I wonder who am I?
do I be this one person then the next?
do I need to be fix?
while my mind is in the sky.
Do I snap just to be snapping?
or am I just frustrated with the truth?
that I'm unable to act normal instead I act like a fool?
that I'm unable to be around people or not relax?
Do I hurt people to get the edges off?
or is violence an short temper is all I have left?
will I ever be my true self?
I'm suffering, but don't know that I'm suffering,
I know what normal is, but instead I act weird,
will this other person ever disappear?
I know who I am,
I know what I want,
I know what I feel,
I'm just a two faced mirror.
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