Sometimes,
I feel like I need a straight jacket
Because at times
I feel like a straight
Addict
Who panics
Merely out of
Habit
Or like the maniac
Who wreaks
Havoc
When he’s
Had it
Almost like
The kind
Of people
We think
Would be laughing
As they’re
Stabbing
Themselves
Happy
Coughing out their own
Blood
Or in some cases
Ending it all
With a gun
Ain’t playing Call of
Duty
Solo fun
Especially once
Your demons won?
And at times
I feel like a total
Schizo
Trapped in
The
Fantasies
In which though
I
Keep
Imagining
Getting the feeling
I’m
From some other
Planetary nationality
Or maybe
I’m just a Canadian
Who lost his rationality
Because
To me
I’m in some
Drug-induced reality
When in
Actuality
I’m on the
Very
Verge
Of
Complete
Insanity
Nearly
Compromising
My own
Humanity
Only to realize
I was
Only
Overreacting
Why do
My mood swings
Keep overlapping?
I guess you can say
My brain is a
Living
Track meet
Making my responses
So embarrassing
Sometimes
I wish I were already buried at least 6 ft. underground
So deep
My body won’t ever be found
So deep
Geologists all over the world would be like “Wow”
I guess you can say it’s miraculous how
I can even control my
Own mouth
Let alone
Keep myself
From lashing out