Paradox of Self

you wouldn't like me

if you met me

i'm all over the place

like a madwoman’s shit

you’re more likely forget me

but then

that’s your problem not mine

i like to think

i'm somewhat amicable

and every time

i get myself together

i come apart

i can be a jovial chap

(but i’m full of crap)

i can be a pleasant fellow

(don't kibosh my mellow)

i'm just another ordinary human being

(don’t know what you're seeing)

i like me

(mostly)

and that

to me

is fine

but then somedays

i can be

my own worst enemy

but again

that's entirely

up to me

my moods

are mine to choose

and most of the time

i choose not to lose

i choose not to abuse

i choose the right

i choose the wrong

but at the end of the day

the choice was mine

and i

have to live with that

my heart is just a muscle

and i

have to give with that