Revelations Wrapped in Anxiety

Sign the paper they said
6 months, so you wont be dead.

Why would I sign?

You took me and mom to sit.
You were full of shit.

You wanted to lay blame.
Talking. Talking
'Til the cop came.

"Come with me, son, it will be okay.
Act right, we won't need the restraint."

Cop took me away,
Everything okay.

Nothing to do, bounce off the walls.

My brain as scrambled as the halls.

Farther we drive
To destinies call.

Where even the cop left me to crawl.

Deep inside i'm still as a stone,
But what could be worse than being alone?

My skin is peeling.
My brain on the ceiling.
They give me some meds.
New anxiety not healing.
What's this new feeling?

Anxiety!
Anxiety!
Taking over me.

Like burning alive (inside).
But, no one inside (alive).

What
Did
We
Find

All I wanted was
A
Little
Therapy.

Now I have
This new
Feeling
Inside of me.