Brain Sick

Sick once again
Sick in the brain
Can't think straight
Can't speak plain
Normality dreams are futile
It never remains
Past, present, future
All have factors I can blame
I want this fog lifted
It cloaks who I am
I'm sick of the cyclic thinking
That gets me stuck in this jam
They should mass produce happy
Sell it in a can
Then I could down some
When depressed angry or sad
The numbness that takes me and has me will remain
This illness always takes me
Time and time again