Rollercoaster
One minute everything is fine.
The next I'm going out of my mind.
I sit laughing at the TV,
But still I feel like...not me.
I want to claw out my eyes and bang my head upon a wall.
But then I can just let everything go.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
No I'm not.
Who am I kidding?
I'm sick and tired of pretending.
My whole world is caving in.
But still here I am.
The perfectly independent, functioning role model who knows what's going on.
But what happens if suddenly I'm gone?
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