Sorrow. Such Confusing, Everlasting Sorrow.
by jack-touchet
I fear that I'm losing my mind,
Though I thought everything was fine.
I for some reason lash out in anger,
Though I'd much rather it be in banter.
Why does my brain hate me so,
So much that it wont let me go?
Why can I not make a grin,
When I before smiled from chin to chin?
I suffer from long bursts of sorrow,
That often run off into tomorrow,
Backed but short runs of glee,
I wish it would just stay with me.