These pages are filling faster and faster.
I feel as though I'm headed for another disaster,
ways that I'll ruin everything,
and the fights that first light will bring,
I'm afraid and man enough to admit it,
these emotions are a drug and I'm scared to quit it,
because being normal makes me uncomfortable,
in a place where I traded bald spots for stubble,
following my dreams shouldn't be this hard,
but I'm lost in thoughts of playing in the yard,
I'm failing mom, dad and keri,
I've lost my sisters trust and they no longer hear me,
this is depression and anxiety,
fearing truth, and that everyone lies to me,
so I unload on pages and text files,
everyone's laughing like hyenas or smiling like crocodiles,
so tear me apart and shave my beard,
rip open my chest and drown it with beer,
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Instead of a loved one in my dreams,
I only get rhyme schemes.