My Problem

I can see that I'm rebellious
Though I'm no good for myself
Feeling the craving of my vices
Fear of falling in the crisis

All my problems are just mine
Small or big, evil or benign
Trying to not be an extreme
I'm not the me I'd foreseen

Give me new ones before the old
I can't face them and be bold
Losing me on the way to Eden
I've got no soul in this dead end

These problems are mine alone
Just type them out to later ignore
Sheeple in the rat race to bide my time
Turn into a wolf when it's just right