Thinking about my condition,
Of waking up,
On the wrong side of the bed-
I cannot help,
But blow this out of proportion,
And compare my heart,
To a heart of lead.
Medications and incantations
Will have one spinning like ferris wheel revelations.
Realizations, that you cannot succeed,
Will score you a second seat next to me.
Anger fuming within me for no
Apparent reason-
You have to make it through,
Each and every season.
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