A Call For Help

I am stuck in the darkness of another sunny day The demons inside of me, prescriptions cannot slay My psychiatrist is demented I’ve got psychoses she invented For each new diagnosis, extra I must pay The world inside my head is a scary place to be Sometimes I am unaware of which persona controls me I am alone in a crowd The silence is too loud But it is too crowded when I am in solitary Positive forces are in a negative state If everything is normal – there must be a mistake The reinforcements are arriving much too late The euphoria I feel, I know will soon abate My masculinity is crying like a child My libido is running around wild My id has started to let go There is nothing super about my ego I can no longer function At this neurotic junction Compassion is out of fashion And pierces like acupunction Individual personalities inside Have been born and died Some committing suicide A tact I do not abide Left to devices of my own Captive in my home Not casting any stones Decaying to the bones Dialing 9-1-1 on the telephone