Everything is always, always
Life or death for me.
Which is why being here is so hard.
I am in my head
I stay in my head.
                           I can't get out of here.
My faith falls short when my control does.
I have so much trouble
I incur so much turmoil in surprise.
I hate this.
I wish I were able to treat the lows and the highs with the same grace...
But, grace has no place here.
I am obsessive
I am crazy
          Crazy happy
             Crazy depressed
Very anxious
Ready to run
Never sit down
Time to let go
Keep moving
Never stopping
Can't breathe
Too smothered
Gotta go
Gotta leave
Time to run... Again.

Peace now.
Settled mind,
Time to come back.
Things to do
...again.
People to see
Places to go
Life to live
Body to inhibit
Smiles to give
Things to do.
Be here,
Be here now,
Try Tiara try.
Be here,
Be here now,
Try Tiara try.
...but I can't,
Gotta move,
Trying to stop thinking,
Don't want to get too anxious
Don't want to get too scared.

But, I am tired now...
I am ready now
To sit still
Stand tall
And feel something.