No Surprises

My thinking Slightly Retarding Time ticking The awful process Meanwhile Memories To sift Some will say it’s a gift Others Will slice their wrists A creative edge Let’s say An act of personal revenge And a surprise panic binge To myself Lies Under the shelf Closing my mouth A disguise To compromise Manipulates Another excuse to relate Then flies Over my eyes Nothing to treat Avoiding life On these streets Endless days Symptoms still repeat Today I’m right in The hospital again Full restraints Tight enough to make me faint Uptight I want to fight Never really good enough It’s way too tough My pounding frustrated mind Needs to put me down All the time Fostering an imposter The wild child Tearing up inside