Shutting down my evils

I thought I packed my teenage rebel angst way down my system. I was wrong. It's still there, just pressed forgotten inside a notebook in my everyday carry-on luggage.

Maybe I am naturally evil. Maybe I was just trying so bad to suppress those evils inside me. Maybe I wasn't really nice, not really easy to deal with. One thing's right about me though, I am flexible. I am a water who fits any container. However, sometimes, too much water overflows.