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
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