It is all on me.

So you think you can control me?

Well I say screw you.

You say I don’t know what’s best for me?

But I see this is not true.

You start swarming in like bees on honey

Oh, how rich I’d be if you were money

I try to stay cool

Don’t worry, I’ve got the tool.

This tool has the power

to control you if I try

and make lame feelings cower,

maybe after a little cry.

But I will not succumb

and I will not go numb,

to these feelings of overwhelm.

No I won’t, I’ll feel into that realm.

But just for a minute.

I’ve got this, I can win it.

Keep those thoughts strong all along.

Then I’m back on track

and I’m off to get a snack,

without ever looking back.

You see my mind is scrambled then my mind is calm.

I can do this all because my mind is strong.

It is all on me.

Well, who else’s job could it be?