For some reason today, My heads not feeling right, And I'm trying to work it all out, If the truth we're to be known, All I want to do Is scream and shout.
My brain will switch from one thought to another, And I hear myself screaming for help, It's now that I feel in my throat I will chock Its now that I feel on my face I will smother.
I've been told many times, By many different folk, My character must be strong, If only they knew the truth of it all, They simply could not be more wrong.
The outer me puts on a smile, Allowing me to carry on, While the inner me is struggling, Struggling just to hang on.
I find myself in a mood I can handle, But then I do a 180, by the flick of a switch, and that's when I can become, A nasty little fucking bitch
How long it will last, nobody knows, It is now that I'm at my most vulnerable, It is now that I can so easily become Painstakingly rude and insufferable.
It comes on so strong, And I have to wonder, When did it start, what did I do, How did I make my life go so wrong.
The meds that I take, That are surposed to help me manage, Can sometimes The very same meds, That cause most of the damage.
Sometimes I pretend I'm out on a boat, floating peacefully on the sea, It's now that I ask the stupidist question,
WHY DEAR LORD, WTF DID YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE ME