Hamster Wheel

I'm sick and tired of my job this weather, I'll fly away as soon as I get that final feather.
I can't cope with the normality of it, I can no longer cope with gossipers talking s***.
Paranoia could be to blame; those old voices muttering my name.
Dark, delusional depression is bringing me shame; a monster inside I can no longer tame.

My thoughts just won't give me peace; the pace of them like crazed animals let off their leash.
I'll pack in my job and become an artist! My paintings are unique when my mind is at its darkest.
Alas, I'm too damn run down to pick up a brush. I can't keep hold of ideas as my thoughts rush.
Last week I was high and on a roll, now the mixed state has arrived and taken its revolting toll.

Nobody around me understands; why can I no longer cope with the simplicities that reality demands?
No longer the happy, silly and loveable clown; I'm the girl with fear in her eyes and a constant frown.
Don't you worry though, this will pass; I won't let this thing keep me on my ass.
I'll get up one day and face reality, I just need something or someone to reanimate me.

My hopes, dreams and ideas will soon be gone; but this state is too scary and can't last too long.
Two worlds have collided and became one; mania and depression together are far from fun.
Amongst all my unattainable ideas are hallucinations, fears and tears.
When I'm well and can distinguish what is normal and real, I'll join you all again on the hamster wheel.




Had to vent off somewhere Bla, bla, bla!

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