Who exactly am I to you?
Do you see me for what is true?
Three of me I can truly be,
But one at a time is all you’ll see.
The Wise, The Fighter, The Depressed,
All rest, within my chest.
The Wise is the one I favor most.
Wise enough, but will not boast,
Always doing what it can,
To try and help its fellow man.
The Fighters the one I need in me,
Showing me how to stay free,
From those who hurt me most often,
It tries to put them in a coffin.
The depressed is the one that comes out the less,
He stays here inside my chest,
When I feel Im about to cry,
He makes me curl up, and want, to die.
People always say, “oh you’re a great guy”
I wish you could see what was truly inside.
I can but begin to show,
What it is, you wish not to know.