JuxtaposedDiagnosis

Mind's fuzzy, it's buzzy, a regular cacophony, 
Harmonious, zoning us, irregular philosophy,
To process, in earnest, I won't test, my melody,
In unrest, a bee's nest, or unrepentant soliloquy.

For inquest, and in jest, I mention, the tension,
Relating, deflating, or stating correction,
Turn inward, use big words, to ease up as men should,
If men would, and men could, and we could, move forward.

My process, is no stress, with great stress, I'm anxious,
Don't repress, the depress, or soon press, I'm foolish,
Can't think less, to be thoughtless, that's boorish, adore this,
Can't shake this, it's more-ish, don't want this, I'm flawless.