I feel sick to the core,
Reviled by my current state,
And tormented by uncertainty
At an alarming rate.

Terrified to overstep a line,
Scatterbrained by nature,
Yet hyperfocused by design
On the most trivial of things.

Choking on aspirations,
Hindered by one's mind,
And bound to a system,
Of a truly unique kind.

Juxtaposed against oneself,
Organization amongst chaos,
And though the thoughts may be top shelf,
They're too raw for the refined.

Cure the cursed,
Rip away the fear,
The sun is coming up,
Let's make another year.