The Monster Mine
When looking into the mind's mirror
All that's found is fear there
Peering into that dark place
Not recognizing the face
Lurking there's the daemon, the monster
Yet some still see what they once were
Standing way off on a distant shore
This is no madness, insanity, possession
A brain crawling with bugs
It is a sadness, anxiety, depression
Someone's pulled out all of the rugs
Constant gnawing obsession
A dog on your pants leg that tugs and tugs
Paranoia most incessant
No matter how many shots and mugs
They say its genetic
But you still feel pathetic
Full of disdain
Emotional pain
Or maybe just apathetic...
The monster will rage
Or choke you from within
Yet it's not the wage
Exacted for sin
Though the monster is quiye emphatic
Do you not see the spiritless shell?
The ghost without a grave entombed
In purgatory, neither heaven or hell
No resting place, unsaved and doomed
Body paralyzed, brain numb
A zombie deaf, blind and dumb
Do you think me mad?
Though I say I am not
Still the puns are bad
When they take the shot
21st century schizoid maniac?
Wacko, nutso, psycho?
A few bricks short of a load?
Not playing with a full deck?
Over the rainbow?
Toys in the attic?
Not with it, not all there?
Teddy, the bipolar bear...?
Hmmmmm... Hahahahaha...
You tell them it's clinical
And they get all cynical
The ignorant wit their taunts
With there asinine, senseless advice
They don't believe in the monster that haunts
Their own tiny little minds
Get a hold of yourself, get a grip
You wish it was that easy to get ahold of it.
It's just the "blues", it'll pass
Yeah, it's the "blues" my ass!
You'll feel better tomorrow
"Tomorrow" never comes for this kind of sorrow
What you need is a "good" time
So you fill yourself with liquor, beer and wine
Half kill yourself to still the fear in your mind
When you wake up and find your not dead
The monster's dancing a jig in your head!
Family and friends, help is not there
Not that hey may not or do not care
They may try to guide
In the guise of the "wise"
With continual cries
Of "How are you feeling today?"
And the most annoying, "Are you okay?"
They refuse to realize
That they're probably part of the issue
And just making it worse for you!
Medication's the real deal
Therapy and time to heal
So speak no words of comfort you cannot give
Try not to understand what you do not live
Give me distance and latitude to survive
Forgive my attitude and grant me time
You cannot help me, do not try
I must master the monster mine
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2021
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