I remember telling my mom school is torture, The psychiatrist said, "This kid is sorta dealing w/ split personality disorder."
I started having weekly sessions & taking anti-depressants, but I never felt their presence.
I was a shy cat on the outer shell, but inside I was a beast out of hell; A lion with the stoutest tail, Sharp teeth in my mouth as well.
I tried hard to contain it, but between when the sun came/went, I had blackouts that left son pained sick.
The flashes of light w/ emotions running deeper than oceans, I tried so many of the doctor's potions & used so many bottles of pain easing lotions.
Yet the beast thrived, I was a walking Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, I slept paranoid; gun at my side, Suspecting everyone had lied.
It's not a "mental disfunction"..It's somethin' that's wrong w/ more than this pumpkin! Cuz one night I cracked & a body was slumped in a car on a brisk injunction.
Bloody knife..The beast had won, I tossed the magnum even though it had done nothing in my actions I couldn't fathom.
I ran home cleaned the blade, Grabbed a razor..leaned to shave, Hoping with my beard my actions would be beamed away.
But in the mirror I saw the beast, As it raises it's clawed paw it speaks, "It was that fucking idiot doctor that drew the last straw at least."