Medicate

Times
wasted inside my mind. I've become my worst enemy, an own best friend.
Ironic, an you thought it was hard to keep up. I lose breath just
thinking of the constant head trips i have to function with. Reality's
friendships are most annoying on top of it. The outside me handles it
properly. With a thank you, an fake shake of hands. I withstand, the
headaches.

Finally, alone.... You argue with your clone. The voice, on your
shoulder... Let's you know what could make it better. It's a love hate.
But in the end we both escaped thru the self medicate. Sooo it's
okay....-Whiteshadoe