You are anger, running for me, running me over.
You are criticism - I do it good, but never better.
You are nonchalance, the wall that keeps us away from each other.
You are arrogance, self-thought perfection expressed at the expense of another.
You are fear, afraid to realize you might be inferior.
You are ignorance - you'd tell your fear apart from your anger.
You are mother - you were my best friend but I'll love you forever.