inside attacks

In this state Of consciousness It can be sunny outside And a combustion of tug -of- war And a doormat I become Pleading and riding shot-gun With the one that opens the doors of my heart And stabs at whim Oh what prayer to pray and with whom? When the battle is against you And your ally become foe because They too are in this hell And want "better" than you O what do you do? In the comfort of.. A slow turn of the head she gazes down As bald Hmmmm... It's already gone.