Who’s in Control?

Few years ago back then you lashed out at whatever you liked. At the job, on the street, online, at school etc... I admit you do have good taste however, I suppressed you here or there depending on circumstance. You looked at me as if I was crazy. If it wasn't for my man ''Reason'' I may have agreed. You may not be picky, but I am. I was able to stop you then because my boy "Will" came through strong. Years have passed and you have been silent, too silent... If back then you were a flashy open blade, then now you are a tightly sheaved blade waiting to strike. As if you're amassing power to surpass the weakening seal placed upon you, and by extension my team. You have gained the things I've lost. You're waiting for an opportunity, at my weakest to attack my mind and gain control over me to become a menace. You are right to do so I cannot always be strong. There may be an opportunity sometime soon. Why am I telling you this? Well you're a part of me vice-versa how could I not accept you?