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I can't sleep/
Thinking too much/
Bell ringing outside the window/
And something's wrong with my stomach.../

Distant voices mumbling incoherently in discord/
A broken record gradually amplified to distortion/
Abort mission failure: mental patience stillborn/
The red pill can't be cancelled by the reborn; sorry/
Johnny's in the corner again, near the toilet/
And I'm not talking to myself, you're just not special/
Red Bull in a china shop; Lucifer in the sky with kaleidoscope/
Eyes on me while I try to close my.../
Vicious cycle; vivid psychedelic psychological spiral/
Habitual line-stepper, part-time pathological liar/
Aspiring sociopath with a mask for the outsiders/
A walking contradiction if the shoe fits/
The truth is confusing when you're tuning in & out of reality/
Imbalanced; my chemical romance is in tatters/
Distracted by the static and theatrical behaviour/
If you give me a Pepsi, I'll let you evaluate me psychiatrically/
I claim I want to change, but I'm just babbling/
It's too hard; I always give up, or give in to the whispers/
They win again! I wanna pull the pin, and end it all/
I'm a radiohead, with no metal in my skull... yet/
My idle threats are just cries for attention/
If I paid more than seeking it, then maybe I could get some/
Introspective only after episodes/
Life's a drama TV show about a lonely bipolar girl/
Mind remote control has vertigo and stubborn buttons/
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the cutting edge of self-destruction/
My lousy husband even wrote a ****** poem about it/
All I have to say is that it takes one to know one, Hunny/
Either way, I'm awake - I can't sleep/
Thinking too much; I think something's wrong with me.../

You're just not special/
You're just not special/
I can't sleep/
Thinking too much/
Bell ringing outside the window/
And something's wrong with my stomach/
Distant voices mumbling incoherently in discord/
A broken record gradually amplified to distortion/
Abort mission failure: mental patience stillborn/
The red pill can't be cancelled by the reborn; sorry/
Johnny's in the corner again, near the toilet/
And I'm not talking to myself, you're just not special./
© + ® A.J. Farruco, 29/03/2014.
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