Mad Without a Madness

He looks around the park,
Over and over again.
He can't seem to find himself,
So he looks yet again,
But his search for himself is lost,
For he has found someone else,
The second him inside.
But he says he'll keep on trying,
Though no one knows whether he's lying,
Or whether the other him inside is going to cause him dying.
All they can count on is that he's himself,
Whether it's the first him or the second him
They have no idea about the answer,
So they want the answer, quickly answered. 

She sits alone on her bedroom floor,
Watching TV, flipping the channels again.
Nothing is on, yet the second her is commanding her fingers,
Making her fingers dial the numbers,
Though the first her is confused as to what she's doing.
Is she doing what she wants, or is she insane?
No one knows the answer other than the first her,
But the second her is fighting, and right now, is winning.
No one can control the first her, but the first her doesn't know that.
The first her is confused as to what the second her is doing,
Making mistakes over and over again, doing the wrong things.
But is she doing what she wants, or is it the second her,
The second her to which holds no power over anyone,
The second her that doesn't do as she wants.

Being confused is just a part of being wrong,
Just as being wrong is like being confused.
If someone is wrong, then they don't know the answer,
And they also may not know if they know the answer,
Just as people with truly kind hearts,
Have no idea what meanness is,
Just as a truly mean person
Has no idea when they're being mean or not.

But inside is the first you and the second you,
One controls your decisions, one just does as they are told.
One sits there and does nothing, the other jumps up and works on it.
One agrees if they truly agree, one just agrees because it's the status quo.
No one shall win in this battle if you just don't follow your own steps.
Following your own steps is the beginning of being you,
Because there are two souls within you,
One of them is the true you and the other is a pushover.

Don't let the pushover win, because the pushover doesn't care about anything. 
My pushover died a long time ago, because I know the truths and the lies.
If you let your lies bury you, there won't be any real you left.