Some days are easier than others

The problem with knowing your brand of madness fondly

You no longer have a scapegoat for the bad days

The mirror is ever present as you question this irrational thought or that one

Growing momentum with each doubt you unwillingly fine tune your calamity

When you feel the weight of full corners its time to ride

But these avenues perpetuate loneliness

So you wait for that old feeling to pass
or indulge a chemical distraction

Pushing aside times thievery you say morning will come clear and content

But your sun beams shine cold in a summers heat

Last night's crutch gathers inside the stomach

You expel acids and dark matter
splattered on white tile shine

Wiping off your mask you position it hurriedly

Knowing a casual observer isn't hard to come by

Rinse and repeat this world turns to a mad song

But it is yours