Who are you really?

How do you deal with your inner idiot?

Do you try to talk sense to him?

Do you keep a low profile to not upset him more?
Are you under his thumb?
Is he under your thumb?

Do you pretend that he doesn't exist?

And how do you deal with your inner dullard

or your inner sissy?

Is the sensible part of you like a clever psychologist,

or is he like a dutiful police officer?

Do inner parts have a gender?

Is your inner idiot a female?

Have you noticed that there is a part of you 

that is not an idiot, not a dullard, not a sissy,

not a psychologist and not a police officer?