Mind Bottling, Isn't It?

Cannons going off on one side gun shots popping off on the other side  My thoughts are like the devil and angel standing on my shoulders  The angel's always yelling at me Calling me stupid and making me regret everything that I do That's why I love the devil so How can something resembling peace and love Possibly be what's causing fear, regret, and shame? I want to be good but yet Even though the horns on my head have a halo hovering them I wish I was just wearing horns

They come in different shapes and sizes just like people  They're exactly like people  Addicting. Painful. Problem causing. Problem solving  I can taste them without water or food to help  A quick pop and I'm set to handle all of the wars going on in my head