A poem a wrote a while back...
You're entering the mind of someone with anxiety and depression
Someone who fails to see the obsession of possessions
A person who doesn't fathom the suppression of this recession
A person who only has poetry as his blessing of expression
You're entering the mind of someone who drinks excessively
Someone who tries to live life progressively
A person who can learn things exceptionally
A person who has demons possessing me
A role damaged but intriguing
A soul banished and is bleeding
My whole plan is me retreating
An old man vanquished by his beating
Born with nothing, die with nothing
Nothing but the lessons of life
I feel I must live for something
Something other than addressing strife