I’ve said to myself too many times to count
But this time like all the others, I mean it
I’ve hit a wall, hard
And there’s nowhere else to go

My body is warning me
To stop living in fantasy
We are in conflict which I hate
And I usually get my way

If I knew the answer to this
It would have a chance to stop
I can’t find the answer on my own

So, it spreads
Like a dog I’ve been chasing my tail
Spinning round, round and round
And where do I go?
Nowhere

If only I had the right mental pills
To balance out the discombobulation
A “Mothers Little Helper…”
That,
“Would minimize my plight”

Or some non-alcoholic elixir that would change
Copper infused days into a patina
Crafted by oxygen, carbon and water 
But, as Kermit says,\
“It’s not easy being green…”

What is there to say?
Playtime is over
I’m tired of the self-inflicted
Emotional Violence