He called me high tension.
As though the random violent outbursts.
Off my meds.
Weren't normal for me.

They say, get off em, you don't need them.
You're not crazy.
Then when I do the depression takes over.
And the delusions.
And the paranoia.
And the rage.

I impulsively lash out at everyone.
A danger to myself and other people.
A sheafed knife.
Tight water surface.
Chaotic and impulsive.
Reading the worst into what you're saying.
Any excuse for my euphoria.
When the hate takes over.

Baby.  
Maybe you get sad.
Cause your dog or mom died.
But me.
I get aggressively impulsive in these psychotic breaks.
I want to breathe in anger.
Give myself over to the obliteration of my ego.
In pure unrefined.
Adrenaline induced.
Trance states of fury.

And they always find out.
They point out the obvious.
Don't listen to me.
So I have to show them.

And, I never feel as happy as I do.
Straight and casing pain.

Once they come and see.
Then they get scared.
And, understand.

Why.

I told you I was a snake in the grass.
*****.