Circumspect

Circumspect
By Completely Inadequate

[C.I.]
Who is this?
Just a glitch
Who is is?
Can’t admit
Who is this?
Felt a switch
Who is this?
Co-exist
Who is this?
I don’t know who this is
I don’t know who…

Who’s the second voice?
Thinking he has a choice?
I’m annoyed
Searching through the void
Thought I heard a noise
I'll avoid-
All appointments
Fingers pointed
At disappointment
Time to own it

More…
Than the human I wish I wasn't
Freak out in public
Fragile grump - touchy subject

Constant liar
Balancing wire
Pants on fire
Cry baby, need a pacifier?

Belly's full yet I still want more
Spoonfed till I’m spoiled and I’m sore
Throw me out I’m rotting, OR
Just peel my skin and eat the core...
Aura , karma
Tore a-part your
Silly idols you imposters
Not my Father - seems I’m goner
Sun won’t arise as I begin to falter
Holy Poltergeist I have been altered

Bugs embedded, Time for pesticide
Don’t dream of angel wings, even roaches fly...
Devil on both sides…
Instructing me - how to live
Give my heart - they take a rib
Torn apart - & the one who bit
That’s Debatable
Ego inflatable
Just a couple days ago
Wasn’t feeling terrible
Faith is just a miracle
Not a joke, hysterical
Out of order, unrepairable

Who is this?

This is me
Is it true, Can it be?
This is me
Who are you, Who are we?
This is me
Problems come, time to flee
This is me
Eyes wide shut, can’t you see?
I don’t know who this is

Who is this?

Who is this?
Just a glitch
Who is this?
Can’t admit
Who is this?
Felt a switch
Who is this?
Co-exist
Who is this?
I don’t know who this is
I don’t know who…

Who’s this stupid little splendor
Barley a contender
Mr. forgetter
Please oh no Don’t let her
So fake, you pretender
Forgot to remember
Attack the defender
Steal joy you dementore
I adore, the souls you reap and mourn
I am torn, should I run away or warn?
I was born, to die, so rip the thorn
Sound the horn, I broke a promise I have sworn

Circumspect, I tend to always second guess
Pay attention to neglect, till overdose on stress

Pack it up and shoot it in
Nails dug deep go ahead and cure the itch
He is me but I’m not him
No complaints, you must commit
One of these are counterfeits
They’ll persist till I’m convinced
That him and I and thoughts inside
Will set aside our pity fights
And realize that both these sides
Are solely mine, they have been combined

-[C.I.]