I am king of the land of self pity

And I rule it all with an iron fist

I cant abdicate this throne built for me

While the forges of my mind still exist

I make excuses instead of making plans

Unless its perfect , I will be let down

Bent under the weight of internal demands

Wearing this fear of failure – my bloody crown

As I describe this war inside me

This dictatorship still exists

Ruminating in enemy territory

What kind of mind is this?