Some of them are funny, some of them are mean.
Some of them will only appear in my dreams.
Some like to go fast, others like it slow.
Some of them I hardly ever get to know.
This one is cynical, that one is meek.
This one’s just shy and too scared to be week.
That one is sensitive, this one is cruel.
He likes pretending that he makes the rules.
Sometimes they’re passive, sometimes they’re not.
Sometimes they’re anxious and screaming a lot.
A few are well-liked but most are despised.
Quite a few hide themselves with disguise.
This one is nice, she’s calm and she’s sweet.
That is wicked with malice and deceit.
Lustful are some while others are chaste.
One of them loves to feel tears on her face.
Some of them conflict, they don’t get along.
They pull me away from the place I belong.
They argue about me, they fill up my head.
They whisper to each other while I’m in bed.
Sometimes they’re helpful, sometimes they’re mean.
Sometimes they find myself in my dreams.