Conversations With Myself

One time I went up to the bathroom mirror In efforts to see the emotions expressed on my face a lil clearer But there was nothing there I turn towards and stepped into the running shower Meditating from within from a couple of hours But nothing washed off I dressed yet remained wet with emotion I glanced at the mirror but again, nothing was there The image reflected was vibrantly bare I don’t understand how why only when I’m alone Be the only time I get excited, right Cause nowadays, I can barely hold a conversation They talk I listen but only for a minute I talk to listen but only from a distance The thoughts placed inside my brain cell Locked, I won’t let them out I don’t know why I choose to hold it all in Can’t see why I love the feeling of pain I guess I just think its super trippy to step out yourself And view yourself from the perception of another person Cause its like, you are you But the things that make you you Are my opinions that I create for myself about you But is actually really me So when I judge you for chewing your food loudly I’m really judging myself for my own insecurities In creating unwanted attention Make sense?
(Hell no) Alright, let’s compare and contrast for a second (Okay) Two people, separate of themselves but together as one (Okay) One’s afraid of love The others confident in love If they have a connection over time they learn from each other And heal the void of each others weaknesses Another one Easily irritated, quick to appease Another one Super impatient, super laxative and observant The inner of ones soul is a direct reflection of the others Outside viewed personality Opposites attract, opposites attract