Incidental Thespian

I can't trust myself to be alone with me. the only friend I have is myself We're not the best of company Never has liked me That's how myself always felt I tell myself No but I hear me insist Yes Then a raging battle ensues after There's never a winner when the decision is made The result is always structured disaster Discovered myself hitchhiking Waiting for eternity's hearse So I asked me why accept that final ride Myself answered me living is a fate much worse The hearse stopped on couple of occasions And myself came close to taking the ride All the doors were locked and the windows rolled up It wouldn't let me get inside I find me eavesdropping when thinking to myself Keeping secrets is an impossible mission Sometimes I divulge their contents to some mind doctor outsider Who hears me but never listens. The daily routine has become so exhausting Behaving untouched facing people with a smile They should award me an Oscar for my portrayal Acting as though I’m in control while hiding the tortured soul of myself inside.