Many would say I am widely misunderstood,
and I am considered a highly desirable malfunction.
Nobody knows where I've been or what I've been through,
but in my final hours there will be a complete distraction.
So much knowledge is trapped,
in the inner depths of my hell!
I can't sort through the memories that trigger my pain,
so I hide inside my exterior shell.
How do I turn down these voices,
that loudly run through my head.
They send me into a full blown rage,
I wish I could silence them instead.
I cry so many tears in the dark,
the frustrations drops me to my knees.
Who do I do will all that I need to say,
I open my mouth and suddenly I freeze.
Tossed away like a bad habit,
it's like I'm looking in from a distance.
I'm standing unseen in the background,
and my body is stuck in a trance.
If my mind was on right,
I wouldn't feel the confusion that weakens my brain.
There's so much jumbled memories I don't understand,
but this pain I feel will always remain.