Nervous Breakdown
It´s forming inside my brain.
The black cloud of doom takes over.
Am I starting to turn insane?
As the force only grows stronger.
The walls continue to shrink.
The floor beneathe me removed.
The devil looks up at me with a wink.
But the end of this attack is only my behooved.
When it ends it only returns.
When I think I am sane I´m distressed.
My life is only filled with concerns.
As for society, I´m only opressed.
At the end of the day I´m a mess.
As I continue life under duress.
This poem is about:
Me
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