Seeing things,
That aren’t there,
Hearing whispers,
Caressing the air.
Depression turns to mania,
From mania spurns depression,
It’s a never-ending cycle,
That’s my impression.
Alone I sit,
Thinking these thoughts,
As the world flies by,
Only seen by my eyes.
A world of wonders,
A world of horrors,
Every extreme gets pushed to the max,
Where what can’t be proved is simply fact.
You say you can “help me”,
But only with pills and the right therapy
But what if I don’t want it?
The pills make me sick and don’t work,
The therapy ends up labeling me a manipulator and jerk.
I know I am a manipulator and I use people to get what I seek,
But I don’t know why you want to bring it up every week,
What good will this all do?
Other then lowers my self-value.
So fuck you all,
You “hard working” rapists of the mind,
I hope you all choke,
I hope you all die.
Sure my logic is flawed,
But what about you?
I’m just crazy,
What’s your excuse?
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