Where am I? Am I in a state of denial? A state of catatonic fright Too scared to go forward? Accused of being afraid to trust that things Will work out But they don't have to, So somehow I feel angry and inadequate At once And stress comes to the little things The life no longer a game Work, dull, no play Pain, life is pain And suddenly I don't Know where my towel is Or my head, I just go from place to place Mouthing out the words While my head is eaten From the inside out by my Heart. I pretend Lie to my shirnk Because I don't know How else to move on And I hate a fight But no one knows Because the queen has Dictated that I should Show only nice Which means I can't be anything But I can't split myself up So I die inside And become my worst Nightmare And then I realize There is no Rewind button At all And I'm stuck With a dirty head And a handful of teeth.
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