Faggot on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown

Swallowing anger like a vitamin
Strengthening this disconnect
Taking a breath and counting to ten
no longer has any effect
If it ever did
I would bid my last drink
For a moment of calm and peace
But it’s all bullshit
So I take another hit
And for an hour the voices cease.

For an hour I’m free
to just be the me
that the others would worship
if they only could see.
But blocking His path are
The Legion of Shame
The vicious
The cruel
even the meek and the lame.
The Mother, the Father
The Boys in Bowties
The failure
the fear
the hope and the lies.
They pull and they prod and they pinch and they bite
I try to push through but it’s a hell of a fight.

Afraid to face me
so I blame you.
It’s easier that way
Living askew.
So I dive ass first
in a world of servitude
begging that it will change my
Attitude.

But the world goes on
and I’m somewhere in between
never knowing how to act
without feeling so mean.
“Just think happy thoughts” –
Well, here’s one for you:
Go fuck yourself.
And your Mamma too.
If it were that simple,
don’t you think that I’d do it?
Instead of strangling this bitch who keeps telling me
to screw it.
“Screw all the dreams, and the art, and the fame
Just get to work on forgetting your name.”

So tonight, you win,
you ruthless cunt
Tomorrow I’ll smile
and put on a brave front.
but inside I’ll be screaming
wishing I would drown

Just a faggot on the verge
of a nervous breakdown.

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