The rage bubbles
Like lave trapped in a cage
The pain troubles
my poor little page.
I write about madness
my poor little brain
it feels me going mad
As I write my last refrain
The happiness seeping in
as the voices try to win
They aren't doing a very good job
cause they soon turn into a blob
The happiness lets me know I won
the war of surviving a day more
I let the sadness go
As I reach for the light
to let the good dreams come
after another day won