I will win the warfare

The war with your own mind is unreliable.

Undeniable and unverifiable.

Every mistake you make is unjustifiable.

Hardly pliable thoughts are almost viable.

My brain has his own life,

His own thoughts and own mind.

He owns mine, I lost control but I won’t whine.

I won’t cry, ‘cause if I shoot a bullet he and I both die.