I think a part of my psyche was hurt 

And my own assumptions or misreading came into play

Logic I grasp but can’t internalize 

There is consequence in not thinking

The cost of thought, I now reflect.

The worse part of me took over for a spin

Unleashing pure unchecked rage and spite 

In that instant I’m scared by who I became 

So this is the price I pay for being too close for comfort 

The more we jump these lines I burn at the stake 

I can’t keep up with the act 

I’m done.