What do I want, what do I need?
What are these voices fighting inside of me?
Why can’t I just agree with myself,
Not torn between two sides,
The elf on the shelf.
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like not to be so stubborn
Both sides of my brain constantly bothering the other.
“But what about this?”
“What about that?”
Over and over till I’m about to snap
Going round and round in your head
Whispering as you go to bed
Then it’s yelling in your ear
Keep it down, please, there are people here
An entrancing melody as you fall asleep
Sometimes I even hear it weep
The only silence I’ve ever had
Is when I’m good and truly glad
And that’s when it retreats inside its cage
Waiting for my feelings to inevitably cave.