For simplicity's sake
She has no name, but she's always there
She blows with the wind that ruffles your hair
She calls your name out from the side
She washes you away with the tide.
It's hard to say exactly what she is
A friend? A visitor? No, she's simply a mirror
A reflection of yourself
She's the voice in your head who never ceases her nagging
Her torment with very few roots in reality
Yet you listen to her voice because she takes on the form
Of others you love
Thus you transform.
Out of the cocoon, the butterfly flies
Graceful and elegant, out into the blue skies
But one does not know at first glance that his sincerity lacks
His antennas are fake
The color of his wings impure
His bright patterns a lie
The body modeled by another.
This voice in your head can be a he or a her
It could even be something different, it matters only to you
The point being that they are you
But tell you "open your eyes, what you are isn't right".
It matters not the reasons behind her actions
Because the wind blows, and the leaves follow through
Or so it is said, but is this true?
In the end it isn't what we believe the wind is
But rather how we interpret it
And that's what she says.
So be the wind and get her out of your head.