A Victim of Disorganized Thinking

Shed that skin to find a new home. Those muscles and bones will become new clothes. I may be wrong, but you just made a new fashion. And with all of your insides becoming your outsides, Maybe you won't be able to bury the ecstasy and apprehension with a smile. I hate to admit it, But I smile harder than anyone. Unfortunately, this may last forever. Say hello to your superego. Make the right decision and maybe I'll follow. Tonight, I'm bullet-proof, Just try to shoot this down.