#Wrong
I'm in your head because I am your head
I'm everything you never wanted
I'll stop you mid-sentence and make you choose the right words
I'll make you consider the ramifications of your every action and thought
That goes through your head
That goes through me
Because I have to be right
I have to be in the right
Because I cannot be wrong
Being wrong is dangerous
So I'll fill you with the worst anxiety you can feel
Until you bow to my pressure
Until you fold up into whatever shape I dictate
Until you start to sweat and panic
Because you can't see the right thing to do
And you'll hate me as much as you hate yourself
You'll wish you could change
You'll wish you could stop being crazy
But you can't
Because I am you and you are me
And there's nothing you can do about it
I'm tired of giving voice to you
You aren't me
And if I'm stuck with you, then you're stuck with me too
So get used to it and quit navel gazing
God
It's like I'm trapped in a constant meta analysis of my own mind
I'll try to identify thoughts that get "stuck"
To know where they're coming from and why I'm having them
And if a thought is wrong, then I have to stop having it
And I have to condemn it if it comes to mind again
Or else it proves that I'm wrong
And that word, "wrong," is difficult to express with language
It comprises ideas like bad, evil, stupid, incorrect, dangerous, sinful
It's less a word and more an anxious feeling that sets my brain on fire
It's like a physical pressure that builds up in my head until I obey my anxiety
It permeates everything I do
It's more than just being factually or intellectually wrong
There's also the fear that there's something deeply
And fundamentally wrong with me
That I have to discover the flaw and fix it
So that I can be right and protect people from myself
This has gotten me to believe some pretty weird things about myself
Over the years, but I'm starting to catch on to the tricks my mind plays on me
Some days it's easy to manage my thoughts
Other days are a complete non-starter
It's been easier for the last week or so
But who knows what will happen in the years to come
I'm hopeful, though, and I think I'm going to be OK
I'm going to be OK
I'm everything you never wanted
I'll stop you mid-sentence and make you choose the right words
I'll make you consider the ramifications of your every action and thought
That goes through your head
That goes through me
Because I have to be right
I have to be in the right
Because I cannot be wrong
Being wrong is dangerous
So I'll fill you with the worst anxiety you can feel
Until you bow to my pressure
Until you fold up into whatever shape I dictate
Until you start to sweat and panic
Because you can't see the right thing to do
And you'll hate me as much as you hate yourself
You'll wish you could change
You'll wish you could stop being crazy
But you can't
Because I am you and you are me
And there's nothing you can do about it
I'm tired of giving voice to you
You aren't me
And if I'm stuck with you, then you're stuck with me too
So get used to it and quit navel gazing
God
It's like I'm trapped in a constant meta analysis of my own mind
I'll try to identify thoughts that get "stuck"
To know where they're coming from and why I'm having them
And if a thought is wrong, then I have to stop having it
And I have to condemn it if it comes to mind again
Or else it proves that I'm wrong
And that word, "wrong," is difficult to express with language
It comprises ideas like bad, evil, stupid, incorrect, dangerous, sinful
It's less a word and more an anxious feeling that sets my brain on fire
It's like a physical pressure that builds up in my head until I obey my anxiety
It permeates everything I do
It's more than just being factually or intellectually wrong
There's also the fear that there's something deeply
And fundamentally wrong with me
That I have to discover the flaw and fix it
So that I can be right and protect people from myself
This has gotten me to believe some pretty weird things about myself
Over the years, but I'm starting to catch on to the tricks my mind plays on me
Some days it's easy to manage my thoughts
Other days are a complete non-starter
It's been easier for the last week or so
But who knows what will happen in the years to come
I'm hopeful, though, and I think I'm going to be OK
I'm going to be OK
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