Verbally Constipated

Verbally constipated.
You want my story.
Sorry, it’s too complicated.

You would get lost in my mind.
On its roads the good guy
Is left constantly behind

You ask what I think of me?
Best to not concern yourself
With an imprisoned fool
That has been set free.

Why are you chasing words?
To prove my strength
Heck if batman offered me his cape.
That wouldn’t be enough

You ask what about all I achieved.
Still being processed
By a mind that’s been deceived

Surprised, you ask why I don’t bow out.
Cause I will never be the
Pawn of that coward self-doubt

Let him think my head is spinning!
Mission accomplished.
If he thinks he’s winning