Failed Invasion

Invade my mind, just like you could before.
And I'll hide my tears if you want me to.
Guide me off the cliff just to push me more.
Away to the edge where I always lose.
The old me has died, thanks to what he heard.
But by guidance you can resurrect him.
Then once he returns contradict your words.
You attack again but my light won't dim.
I will guide myself between the extremes.
Without venturing too close to the edge.
Following you only hurt my self esteem.
I need to conjure thoughts within my head.
Stay by my side if you support my choice,
Or differ in thought with a quiet voice.