Noble Truths

My head is a prison I cannot escape.
My skin is too tight for my bones.
My nights are sleepless and unforgiving.
My blood races to keep pace with irrational thoughts.
Goddamn this self-inflicted doubt.
Goddamn this cursed mind of mine.
Invisible hands choke my dry throat.
Nervous electricity stirs my insides.
Overanalyzing is like a circle: pointless and never-ending.
Paralysis takes over. Logic drowns in cold sweat.
I second-guess tomorrow, a dark future unfounded.
I feel like a static sparrow
flapping against a relentless wind.
I must remember to take a step back, a deep breath,
and control of my imagination.
Merry thoughts unravel like hatching flowers
sprung from the rain of an ocean sour.
Whether you think you're winning or losing in life,
there's no one keeping score.
Sanity is no more than the ability to hide how broken you are.
Everyone's insane.
We are failures, infamous for our flaws,
frightened by our frailties, and better for them all.
No one cares about you.
No one cares about me.
We're on separate paths,
sipping on uncertainty from the same glass.
Everyone suffers.
It's a truth of living, the price of happiness.