Cat Fight?

You say you're not acting like yourself.
This isn't you, it's somebody else.
Why do I feel bad when I realize
that the somebody else is actually me?
And when I'm not myself,
I'm actually you.
And yet when I'm you,
I'm the most like me,
overtired and jazzed on coffee and love.
Am I then, as we call it,
a "Copy Cat"?
Everybody wants to be a cat.
But I want to be the only
phat cat in town.
Move on over hot stuff.
I've arrived and I'm ready
for a wild night.
It's time to run.
This pack needs a new leader
to shake it up,
make it fun.
I slide in like butter
on a hot toasty biscuit.
You can stay and fight
but do you want to risk it?

Wait.

I am no fighter.
Just want my spot in the sun.
I stretch a little,
let you think you've won.
It takes two to fight
as well as dance.
And i'd rather dance.
Enjoy my night.
So let's tango away,
groove it on out.
We're both here to stay,
claws don't need to come out.
Turn on that music
shake a tail feather with me.
It's gonna be a party
celebrating the breakthrough
of you and me.

Grande Coffee with Soy Milk & Sugar

I shake.
I tremble.
I shudder.
But not in fear.
Loathsome coffee,
why do I feel
I can drink you
without detriment?
Medicinally
you work wonders.
Yet your side effects
cause symptoms
similar to a disorder
that I'd prefer I didn't have.
Aphrodisiac you are not.
Still, I am drawn to you
like a horse drawn to water.
I fool myself into thinking
just this once
I will be fine.
Just this once
my mind will remain calm.
My heart will remain still.
And I will resist the urge
to jump out of my skin.
And yet again,
just this once
I am not invincible
to your devious consequences.
Again and again I succumb.
Futile in my attempts to defeat
the powerful effects
of caffeine on my nerves.
And so day by day
while you may
win the battle
the war is far from over.
Incorporeal and inanimate though you are
I warn you,
Watch Your Back.
For I will be brewing.
A witch's brew of sorts.
Fine herbs and fruit essence for me.
In a seive.
In a pot
where you no longer belong.