(first poem for a while, here goes nothing...)
Screwing with my systems,
Messing with my mind.
Desperatly I search,
A cure I try to find.
It fills me full of anger,
It reduces me to tears.
It makes me want to run away,
It brings out all my fears.
Even if your life seems perfect,
The battle is not done.
For the war to lead a carefree life
Is a fight the can't be won.
