Inner-who?

Homie's! It's how it will always be
Can't fight my own wall
Guarded by my inner self
To weak to fight her
Her back is stronger
She ain't letting go,
Tells me when its time
Her liking not mine
True intentions faded by fakeness
She tells me people blind me
"Imma guide you" she says
"Homie's is how it will stay,I'll show you the one"
Am I going mad
Mind overloaded
Erratic,floating its filled with dis-illusion
It's a family disease
Been fighting it since I can remember
To much restriction
Over analysed by me (or is it her?)
Self satisfaction is an achievement
Realizing it was never her choice
Can now see my reflection
Inner who?
A past memory faded by my own goals..