Hopelessly gazing into the corner, I sit in darkness alone
Counting the vehement demons I wish to disown
You see this outer shell I portray of cohesion and order
Concealing the depths of my intrinsic disorder
Still sitting here silently while my demons attack virulently
Urging me to lose control while the devil begs me to sell my soul
My spirit is fighting, protecting my heart and soul
Standing guard, throwing lightning from beside my mansions flagpole
Each attack adding another level to my mental complexity
Yet the devil falters to turn my mansion into his maleficent embassy
I don't share with you the pain that I feel
It would leave you traumatized, it's torturously surreal
What you see as acting incoherently, I recognize as fight or flight - I'm stuck in a state of emergency
Next time you see this don't feel the need to highlight
I know my neurotransmitter balance isn't right
This is the closest you'll get to exploring my soul
Consider this peeping through my mansions front door keyhole