STOP:
As you sit here beatin the back of my chair.
Screaming that you have no control,
Screaming about the monsters that you fight.
Day in and day out.
How nobody understands,
Because you’re unique.

Do you really think that?
Can you really believe that?

you say I don’t understand!
You act as if I’ve never felt that way
When you don’t know my story.
You discount my advice for the advice
that you want to hear.

“Just sleep, play games, it will help you be calm”

They never tell you the effect
They never tell you what to do after that
then you get stuck in a cycle.
A cycle of stress, then you sit there,
unproductive
which leads to stress again.

I say you have control
but you refuse to accept it,
because if you did,
If you accepted that you have control
You would have to work.

You would have to try!
make an effort
Do the the things to win!

If you accepted responsibility
You would have to face the consequences.
accept the fact that you were wrong.
admit to what you’ve done

But that,
That dear friend
would be to much to handle

Much, Much too stressful
for your little brain.

The monster inside of you:
The one you claim controls you.
The one you let control you!

Let it go.
Grow up!
Grow up and take control

Force it out,
and don’t let it come back.

You say you have no choice
But gun to your head,
You make the decision

Thats why we have martyrs
They didn’t give up their
trust in God.
Or their trust in whatever higher power or
Cause that they stood for!

YOU make the rules in your life!
YOU Control you and if you pawn it off on somebody else
You lose it!
You lose it and you lose me!

As you sit there beating on the back of my chair
I think these thoughts

Those people that say they want to get better
and do none of the work
They claim to be sorry
but make no change

They claim to love but
do no good
They claim to feel
but shed no tears

They promise
but take no action

As you sit here screaming at me,
Telling me that I’m wrong
Because I don’t know your battle
Because I don’t know your story

Because in reality;
You don’t care,
and as long as you take no action
you never will.

Gun to your head,
you make the choice.
You know your actions
blaming them on a disease
or diagnosis!

You,
You poor unfortunate child!
Yes, you are a child
You are meant to grow up
yet you stay a kid

You don’t know how to respond
HOw to take it!

As you sit here screaming obscenities at my back,
beating my chair
I think these thoughts.

I must ignore,
I cannot win.
He is on his own now.
I guess I’m done
now, you can stop