It’s a war on two fronts to mentally stabilize
While still trying to keep the tears from your eyes.
It happens when I’m mentally broken,
The feeling of walls closing in.
The conscious subconscious screams out,
Red rage then enters the bout.

The voices around me begin to seem brutish,
The people around me seem to just vanish.
I continue to do whatever it is that I was.
But the rose can still prick if it goes untouched,
And that roses name is wrath.
O’ godforsaken wrath.

But continue, continue, you must carry on.
For if you do not, they might see what’s wrong,
So take a deep breath, just wait until then,
And then you may scream until the walls widen,
For even the cause mustn't deal with the effect.
The battle may be won, but the war carries on.

And what war it is, taxing at best,
At worst it puts sanity to the test.
But as long as I lived, I have not yet lost,
And as long as I lived, there has been no cost.