IT’S MENTAL

BROKEN AND FRAGMENTED, MY MIND’S A MESS.

WITHIN THIS CRANIUM OF MINE LIES DISTORTION,

MY FACE STUCK IN A FIXATED GAZE,

DEPRESSION SETTLING IN LIKE NEW HOMEOWNERS.

AT FIRST THE FEELING IS APPARENT,

LOUD AND ALWAYS PRESENT

BUT WITH TIME BECOMES THE USUAL.

SELF-ESTEEM CRUMBLES LIKE A PAPER BALL,

CRUSHED IN ANGST BY AN ENGLISH MAJOR

WHOSE HANDWRITTEN ESSAY ISN’T FLOWING.

TOSSED ASIDE.

LIFE, MUNDANE AND MEANINGLESS.

DAYS, DISTANCE WHEN YOU’RE NEAR SIGHTED,

BLURRED AND SKEWED IMAGES

YOU CAN’T DISTINGUISH BETWEEN.

THE PLEASURE OF SIMPLE JOYS,

ERASED.

SIGNIFICANCE WORTHY,

ONLY

MONUMENTAL EVENTS.

BUT YOU ADAPT,

NO LONGER LOOKING FORWARD.

IT’S HARD AT FIRST,

BUT IT BECOMES THE USUAL

AND AS YOUR MIND BECOMES DISTORTED, BROKEN AND A MESS

YOUR FACE BECOMES EMOTIONLESS, FIXATED IN A GAZE

STUCK.