“I can’t be arsed with this day.”
What defeatist words to say!
Who am I to give up the ghost
When I should be fighting it the most?
But are you inside my mind?
Can you hear the words I find,
Going around with shoulders slumped,
Like a teenager freshly dumped?
No you’re not, so shut your face!
Also your mouth and ears, just in case
My words will smite the life from you:
You presumptuous piece of doody-doo.
Only I know how all this feels.
And only I know what gently heals.
Not your condescension, that’s for sure!
So leave before you break my door.
Understanding’s what i require.
An awareness not to fan the fire
That cracks and burns inside my head.
Just hush and be there by my bed.
Then when this shit cloud’s lifted,
You and all will be freely gifted,
With the me who likes a smile:
The man who’ll take over for a while.