I'm puffed-up with consequential choices

There is a ringing thought sounding familiar

The rhythmical tune buzzing to be heared 

A tune powerful that it shifts my posture

The way I move, how I talk, how i look...

The melodic hum is not new nor foreign

Just that now it carries more weight

Enough weight to inluence my attitude

I could take sedative to silence the voices

But I want it there, I like it there, I love it

It motivates me, appreciate my efforts

There it goes again, this time is louder

"I should be...!, I sould Be....! I sould ..." 

If I should't be, then who should be?