Momentary bouts of insanity
As the inner maniac takes over again
Clawing at your own skin,
Get me out of this body!
I don’t want to be here.
I don’t want to be me.
Sit down, stand up, walk in circles
Moving but not getting anywhere
Because it’s your mind that’s on over-drive
And your body is just it’s vessel.
Thinking thoughtless thoughts again
What is the meaning of this?
Why do I feel like this?
A punishment for being me?
Or simply a side-effect of life?
Lost in my pointless imagination
Deep breaths, in and out – too quick, too slow
Wishing, praying just to control one thing,
Control. Control. Control.
Goddammit it’s my own mind!
‘Please calm down’ – my atheist prayer
As I desperately plea for peace.
Head in hands, then sitting on hands
Can you not control your own self?
Personal mantra, “you can get through this”
Give it time, then control will come again.
It’s just another bad day,
This episode will eventually end.