A little man lives in my mind.
He speaks to me.. well, all the time.
He speaks to me of jealousy;
Of lust, and pride, and vanity.
He tells me I should let him out.
He fills my head with fear and doubt.
I will not let him take a hold.
I'll fight him 'til I'm grey and old.
Build consciousness into my core.
Then the man will speak no more.
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