One Day

I thought I was better
Turns out that I'm not
Because there is no cure
For the thing that I got
I'm drowning in madness
I'm driven to sin
My life is now tangled
There's no way to win

I'm sick in the head
With visions I don't want
Of scenarios and catastrophe's
That are somehow my fault
I work so very hard
To keep them from happening
But in the end I find
That I don't live in reality

I'm always the problem
Never the answer
I'm always in the wrong
Clearly I'm the cancer
I'm sick of paddling
On this ocean of hate
I think I'm done now
It's not too late

I will make it to shore
I will find my own way
So maybe I will be better
Just maybe... One day

Written June 14, 2018 By Zara S. Porteous