Another episode, camera rolls and fades to black,
Lost in the chaos, no map for this attack.
Control\'s a phantom, slipping through my grasp,
A losing battle, no audience to gasp.
\'Cause no one sees the war I wage inside,
Behind the mask, where secrets try to hide.
My heart, a mansion, grand and vast and deep,
But burdened down with promises to keep.
It holds too much, a weight I can\'t define,
This slow decay, this fading, inner shrine.
They call me Wednesday, with a somber, knowing glance,
A kindred spirit in life\'s twisted, morbid dance.
I used to be, a mind like Jimmy Neutron\'s bright,
A spark of genius, burning pure and light.
And Enid Sinclair\'s energy, a vibrant, vivid hue,
But rainbows? Please. That’s not what I pursue.
I’d rather be allergic to the spectrum, if you please,
The joy, the light, that brings me to my knees.
The episodes keep coming, a relentless, looping scene,
Counting seconds, trying to keep myself serene.
Flashbacks flicker, voices in my head,
Memories I wish I\'d left for dead.
A constant chorus, begging to be freed,
\"When will it end?\" is the only plea I heed.
Perhaps I\'m meant to be a puzzle, never solved,
A story whispered, forever uninvolved.
Or maybe wicked, like the Witch of West, you see,
But stories shift, depending who\'s decree.
Are we born dark, or is it thrust upon our soul?
A question hanging, taking its dark toll.
Another episode, the heaviness descends,
Their motives blur, where understanding bends.
They can\'t reach me in the light of day, it\'s true,
But steal my sleep, the precious hours I pursue.
Awake or dreaming, danger is my guest,
Reliving moments, putting me to the test.
Like Sharkboy, Lava Girl, a molten, burning tide,
No safe harbor, even deep inside.
My mind\'s a battlefield, nowhere to retreat,
And in their hearts, my spirit cannot meet.
A stake might burn, but couldn\'t cleanse the stain,
Of all this hurt, this unrelenting pain.
Was my birth a blessing, or a shadowed, bitter curse?
The answer’s lost, I’m trapped within this universe.
These episodes, a cage I can\'t evade,
Temporary fixes, band-aids I’ve displayed.
But nothing truly cures the
ache that lingers near,
The hollow echo, year after weary year.