They began to ask me,
"Do you remember?"
My mind floods with my own idiosyncrasy
As I become a raging storm center.

They must know about a past mistake.
I break into a cold sweat,
And await the full blast of my creeping headache.
I have only one thing from this life I do not regret.

When I looked into those eyes,
I found my long-lost joy.
Though if this is love, I must be wise;
When my heart gets involved, I'm like a target to destroy.

Why won't I stop
Clenching my fist?
The feelings I get
Make my stomach twist.

It can't be controlled,
I sit and reminisce
The times of serenity.
Why am I like this?

Screaming to no one,
Pursuing help and love.
No one hears my cries.
It's my mind I must get rid of.

Years of loneliness lie ahead.
Where has my clear mind gone?
My fits of rage take me over.
Repose- a blessed phenomenon.