Those things that come easy, they are rarely good.
Two steps back, but one step forward.
Let them see what they want to see.
My mind stacks up unnecessary problems, I can't slow down.
I think of letting go, but there is comfort in being manic.
Here I am holding on but everything is so heavy.
My arms are getting weak, it's much more than I can carry.
I drag around what's bringing me down,
But I carry it because it's all I know.
The pressure to be true to who I am,
the burden to stay true to myself in a world that's lost.
The darkness surrounds,
the toxic cloud hangs around. Rain falls, drops into dust.
I'm still holding on, but why is it all so heavy?
I'm always holding onto more than I can carry.
I don't make the choice, but my mind stays in a mess.
I can't help but think that I am less.
Am I paranoid or is the world out to get me?
Why do I drive myself crazy, thinking everything is about me?
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Well done, man. Strange and very confusing times, if a body is paying attention. Thanks for the words. Write on..... 
