Floating through life with buoyancy troubles,
Annoyances bubble, fester, till avoidances double.
Muscles constricting going white in the knuckles
It's a struggle to breathe much less give a rebuttal.
You just want to be happy; but that's a hell of an act.
You're running out of excuses...
you use to have a hell of a knack.
The serotonin is lacking; a dopamine fix with a flame
For a moment you're laughing then all the shit is the same.
All you crave is a change but all you switch is the strain
Writing verse after verse then reversing your name.
It's the life of a writer you only need approval and paper,
But your self worth is torn to pieces
when your fans turn to haters.