Space Between My Ears...

All I need is some space between my ears.
Sometimes, my head is a crowded place.
All my thoughts, obligations, wants, doubts, needs, and fears
Are in there and they start bumping into each other
And getting grumpy.

This is when I admire people who can cope with life sober.
I cannot, and I know that.
A quick hit of something strong
Gives me the mental distance needed to live.
I make no bones about it.

My personality is mostly made of minus signs,
So the world is a safer place if my edge is ground
Down somehow.
Un-medicated, I am impossible to live with.
Put a little space between my ears, and
I resemble a human for a couple hours at a time.

That's all I need.