This shit burns on the nerves and I keep telling myselft that I learned. <br /> <br />I'm confessin' this obsession with the way things play out. <br />I'm up I'm down I'm safe I'm sound <br />I can't get high and I can't be loud <br />I can't look if my eyes can't see <br />but you're telling me my brain can't be as it is <br />for it'd score poorly in the form of a test or quiz <br /> <br />and because life is a business you must market yourself <br />and produce consistent results from assembaly to shelf <br />so you give me these pills and you say this should help <br /> <br />now I don't mean to yell <br />but these pills are from hell <br />I talked calculations and solved conversations <br />'til halfway through the day when my false wind blew and my equilibrium spun. <br /> <br />this mental crash is not rewarding <br />i felt myself slip from my molding <br />and crack pandoras box that my inside's holding <br />with more than enough impatience to dispurse among the nations <br /> <br />combined as the man of one thousand faces <br />and the collective bad luck of breaking ten thousand vases <br /> <br />fists clench and i am still not satisfied <br />pets drench and i release thought i presucceded to subside <br />and this is how you spell relief? <br />I call it a pilferage of peace <br />shouting fingers pointing hipocracies <br /> <br />depression, regression, omission, <br />in no way does that spell efficient <br />but my brain's off making patterns while i'm pissin' <br />and my eye won't fucking stop twitchin'<br /><br />Adam Thoms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-should-help/
