The consistency of my inconsistency
The consistency of my inconsistency is maddening,
It shows up unwantedly, unwelcome but unfortunately not unexpectedly,
My resigned acceptance of it is saddening,
And I smile uncourageously
I'm clearly not proud, I wish I could get a grip,
I'm otherwise okay, but this isn't a tiny blip,
My own opinion of me is dropping, how do I even make it flip?
My patience is running out, it's on the edge, another inch and it'll tip
Every minute I'm a different man, changing with times,
and my many conversations,
Arrest me into my lines, a rest is what I need, my lips,
Need to do a better job keeping sealed, what's brewing inside my mind equipped,
With surplus evil chatter, snarky, sarcastic and vile,
Unbecoming of me, surreptitious, horrendous, my guile
Is venomous, poisonous, I hide
Behind my sealed lips, I smile
To conceal my thoughts, shameless, snide
Do I own these? I hope not! I decide
To not write this, this is pointless I cry
At the thought of how what my tongue won't reveal, my fingers will unhide,
I stand revealed, inspite of my repeat attempts to not.
Now do you see how, I do the opposite of what I set to? It's disheartening!
Now you know why my inconsistency if frightening and saddening.