A double-sided puzzle with 5000 pieces, wondering which piece to choose next…

A jack-in-the-box that can suddenly explode, but instead is forever being turned…

When will the disruption and disturbance finally erupt and start burning…

No sense in cracking the code because you’ll never figure it out…

My mind is a dense wasteland where you go and never get out…

I’m a complicated twist of mazes that even I never seem to know about…

Some days worse than others, some days perfect as can be…

Different things make me wonder what is wrong with me…

Like a million tiny bugs under my skin I can’t sit still for long…

Must keep going or all of the sudden I’ll remember…

On the bad days which tend to be nights…

It’s like a snake seems to strike that you didn’t see coming…

I sit in my hole in the dark peering out at the world in fear and caution…

Blood boiling, skin shaking, legs curled, crying…

Don’t touch me for fear I’ll shatter and never be back together…

I want to sit in the dark and ponder where I’ll be tomorrow…

Don’t breathe because if you exhale the happy picture may be gone…

A silent scream knowing that my slightest glimmer in the dark…

Will be taken from me if I move only an inch, so don’t close your eyes…

A watch over my shoulder, and a sound in the dark…

Never look in their eyes, because their reality could jolt you…

Don’t say a word, you’ll have to confront the pain if you do…

Who am I kidding, I’ll never have what I want…

Or will he continue to take my hand and pull me out of the dark…

Until the hole is closed and I never have to return…

Slowly taking two steps forward and only one step back…

The questions unanswered are enough to drive me mad….

Or is this a sign that the bad days will forever haunt me, and I will forever be sad?