Articulative Mess

June 5, 2012
It is like I am slipping right off the deep end
But the voices whisper no you're okay
As my hopes and dreams begin to descend
I forget what happened yesterday
I never wanted to be this person
I never once thought that this would happen
And as my moving condition worsens
I know that the mutters are now laughing
I don't think "crazy" would be offensive
Because how can it hurt if it is true?
With these problems I just remain pensive
But the pain just comes right out of the blue
And it rings my ears and beats my flat chest
And I know that I can't really hear them
That I am just pretending for the rest

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