Versions of Me

In that very moment When it matters the most It’s vital that I own it Yet when my wisdom ghosts It turns me to a liar Though I never meant to be I try and calm the fire But all arson points to me I’m flustered and confused By those who sing my praises They assure me, I’m not bruised But my wounds appear in phases There’s no telling when I’ll soar Or when I’ll make you proud I may just hit the floor If the voices get too loud It cannot be predicted Which version will appear Or which will be evicted I represent whoever’s here