I have this little helper
It’s called my voice of reason
It’s not always what I want to hear
But it’s the one that keeps me breathing
Teetered by a world filled with egos
I keep myself balanced without hypocrisy
While maintaining a moody personality
My bi-polar triggers delusions of fallacy
It’s a daily battle inside my head
One that I can’t afford to lose
I’m on a very short rope
Making my thoughts feel like a noose
With every impulse decision I make
The rope keeps getting tighter and tighter
It’s like putting a dynamite wick in front of me
As I pass myself the lighter
My mind is my greatest weapon
But it’s also my biggest trap
It starts to get itself going
And it feels like the ropes about to snap
It can get me out of certain situations
It can get me way outside the box
But it can also be very dangerous
When I’m alone inside my thoughts
There’s a saving grace though
One that I can never overlook
My little helper is always there
Like a King relies on the Rook
Impulse decisions rely on emotion
Conscience ones rely on thought
I’ve learned to trust the latter
Because that one can never be bought
It’s sure to catch my stumbles
It always counters an egotistical idea
It’s like I’m playing chess with my mind
But I’m 3-steps behind my leader
My little helper is easy to point out
It’s the one that settles me down
I may not recognize it at first
But it’s in my lost and found
It usually tells me the truth
Whether I want to hear it or not
It feels like shooting darts through my chest
As my ego slowly starts to rot
Whether I’m high up in the clouds
Or going through my personal demons
My little helper is always there
Giving sound logic to objective reason
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