Underneath

It's crazy how life takes you to different measures, consider it a ride. Scenery changes through the years, no matter to whose rules you abide. Testing the water is exactly the same as playing with fire. All having our own limits, exquisite genuine in how everyone is wired. It would be easy for me to explain how the cycle of cause and effect takes its place. Buried in the back of my mind, no need for steps to be retraced. Scars and tattoos are the stories made to be seen by curiosity of the eyes. The impressions behind them is something to love, but also can leave a taint to despise. It is possible that I'm trying to let out what disturbs me from underneath. Under lock, key, and a forcefield is the cage containing my inner demons favorite beast. The randomness seems inevitable, but I'm fighting depression with anxieties twitch. Everything is all right one minute, the next it's the ghost in the game making a glitch. Scheduled for goals planned on an every day basis, physically I can do it for what it's worth. But when the time comes for a settled down sleep, it's a head rush of hurt. I know what's lacking in a chemical imbalance, driving me to tell you nothing's wrong. Aware that people are smarter than that, and have heard a similar kind of song. I don't want to lash out to those who believe there's a cure for a built up snap. It's coming down the road, and it'll hit me hard enough for a laugh. Whatever happens after that, I'll do what I can to not fall apart. Only by thought I will reassure myself, but I won't say the same when it comes to my heart.