Anger builds up inside of me,
Over the littlest of things,
I have a little chuckle and a cry,
Mind goes blank of everything,
News on the TV,
The worlds going to end,
But everything’s going to be ok,
At least I try to pretend,
My mind can’t focus,
On anything other than nothing,
I remember that song on the radio,
But I don’t know how to sing,
I sleepwalk most of the time,
But I think I’m awake,
Everything is so surreal,
In this dream like state,
The stress of it all,
Is taking its toll on me,
And all I’m trying to do,
Is be the man you want me to be,
I zone out all the time,
And hear nothing when you speak,
I need to see a doctor,
But he’s busy all week,
I don’t really know,
What’s happening around me,
I need a shower,
But my mind chooses what I see,
People all around me,
Laugh at the same old joke,
I would normally laugh,
But I’m not the same old bloke,
I have a little cry,
In the office’s storeroom cupboard,
I need time for myself,
As too much information is stored,
I drift from day to day,
Not really knowing what’s going on,
But I’m standing on top of a bridge,
Not really knowing what went wrong,
My clothes dishevelled,
My mind in a heap,
As I fall to the ground,
I smile and fall asleep.