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Mental Issues

Mental Issues

How do you keep your shit together, living with all that stress,
Do you hide in a corner, do you remain a drunken mess,
How do you turn off the feeling, when something's promised then ignored,
Then you spend your supposed sleeping hours thinking whilst you snore.

Did you mean to send the wrong message, when you grabbed my nuts,
One would think it was a certainty, then punched in the promised guts,
The mind travels down a deep dark path, when one is rejected,
You have visions of big tall buildings, and it's the mind that gets affected.

Stress and anxiety brew away, in people without their "relief",
Dangling the answer to your condition, it puts doubt in your belief,
Happiness gives way to sadness, in the blink of an eye,
A simple misstep in following up, it makes you want to cry.

Knowing the answer to the cause, and steps that one can take,
Talking to people for extended periods, results in a concentration break,
Where does your mind wander, when you really are not here as such,
Do you long for quiet time, when things get way too much.

I don't think there is enough beer, to calm the angry voices,
Do you really have a vague approach, when faced with all life's choices,
Do you struggle with fitting in to society, built without you in mind,
Do you see the evil things, when someone is being kind.

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