Obsessed

Early to bed,

Early to rise,

up on my feet,

this day has gone to hell already,

there's a wrinkle in my sheet. 

No, don't get upset,

you can straighten it out,

just give it a tug and a pat,

There you go nice and flat,

but wait now there's a wrinkle on the other side,

why did I get out of bed,

I just want to cry. 

Here's your blunt,

time to inhale and relax,

breathe out and smile everything will be alright.

I'll take care of the bed dear,

rid our mind of the racing,

raging thoughts,

let our mind clear.

A wrinkle in the bed is nothing to fear,

a cloud of smoke forming above my head,

gives us exactly what we need to hear.

Silence, peace, tranquility,

alone with the voices again,

were lost in a zone,

no one else can hear.

A young naive, 11 year old girl is lost,

inside of my head,

no one can help her out but me,

but I need her to survive,

maybe she'll be stuck there forever,

waiting for me to die.

Praying for release she sits and she cries,

we all feel the same on the inside.

I get lost inside of my head every day and it can be like taking a walk through the devil's playground.  I know how it feels to be anyone or anything, it's quite a phenomenon, even my psychiatrist is stumped, he just gives me a list of labels and says, "this is you, get used to it." 

I'm trying, but it only gets harder everyday.