I think I’m getting worse,
I’m slipping deeper and deeper,
I can no longer, stop this curse,
It just points and laughs,
At me, as all I can do is traverse,
Between caring and thoughtless apathy,
Will any one help me, cure this curse?
I know now I am getting worse,
I push people further and further,
Now no one can help with this curse,
Now they just sit and stare,
At me, as all I can do is traverse,
With this manic smile on my face,
I’ll die like this, no cure for this curse
