New Creation Feb 19 2011
I wonder sometimes how my life would be,
living without this mental disease.
They run my life and everything I do,
controlling me however they please.
With the anxiety, the doubt and the insecurity I feel,
it grabs me like a thief.
Holding on to all the I am,
I live a life full of misery and grief.
I am fading away into a new creation forming,
molding my soul to fit the evil within.
Dazed and confused, lost to who I've become,
the devil in my eyes and n attitude to my grin.
I wake up every morning,
to a train wreck in my head.
The voices are so loud and distorted,
but I can't understand what's being said.
Day in and day out,
I live inside m own personal h*ll.
Constantly I find myself spacing off,
my only way to take control, I rebel.
My deepest inner thoughts,
are place upon the highest shelf.
I have locked them safely away,
my only protection for myself.
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