Conscience Battle

Admidst all the talk and stammers of passerby,
It sometimes becomes difficult to remember why,
You've gone somewhere in the first place,
Why oh why must it be so hard to concentrate.

Damn the people who can get inside your head,
Just by a glance your way or a nasty look instead,
They aren't worth your time in the beginning,
Why after all you've done should they ruin your transcending.

Concentration goes out the window again,
As that little voice in your mind starts to begin,
Try all you want you can't block it out,
And if you try you know it will start to shout.

Roaring and yelling over all your thoughts,
It won't settle down until its wishes are besought,
After all the years of merly biting your tongue,
The devilish voice inside wants you to have some fun.

No you aren't talking to yourself though you could,
The voice inside will act if only you would,
Take the revenge you seek longingly for all the time,
Make them crawl around in the murky grime.

Out of all the times strangers have dumped on you,
By now you have to realize the voice is through,
It can't take the banter and crude remarks any longer,
At this point you merely have moments to ponder.

Should you let loose the inner fury that's been locked up,
Or simply sit back as always and drink from your cup,
The cycle will never end when you always play nice,
Eventually your life will decide for you with the roll of the dice.