Teeming with multiple personalities,
I feel the Legion swell within me.
I fight against
Layers of self-defense.
Long gone, the search to fleet just a virus.
With eyes, undecided, how can they locate a difference?
There is not a soul to which I can speak;
Consistency is gained when my company leaves.
Then my dissented inner-community
Will riot, all parties proclaiming, "I am king!"
What unnecessary democracy!
What your heart should seek
Is just as obvious as my rhyme-scheme.
Yet these excuses, these exceptions:
That with the intent of something better;
To teach a falling bird to fly
In hopes it will carry the weight of your treachery.
Deceitful, to claim your careful style reflects reality.