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Posted by cockeyed on August 5, 2005, at 0:05:01
smothered
poor, poor, pitiful me
my healthcare provider spent the day rejecting me
all i want is a second opinion
My T suggested my diagnosis may be of the not-quite-right dispostion.Spent the morning on line, this aft on the phone
and I suspect that right now I'm in that eerie-weird zone
In which I can become some idiot cursing and frothing at the mouth
'cause what I term sanity is rapidly going south.
gonna go out and work on my sledge hammer, work up a sweat, alone and in the dark
because I'm ready to fly off the handle
I recognize that spark that turns into
conflagrations of madness
sets the cops on their mark.
Don't want them to come get me
but I'm pissed off as hell
and if I have to I'll break out of my shell
and become the freak they've said I would be
luckily enuff it's not happened to me.
But right now I've got to go out and smash
me something
even if it's only the dark of night and I
can let this rage take wing.sometimes pounding a keyboard can do just
the thing.
but not tonite.
gonna let the darkness take wing.
[utter b.s. courtesy of cockeyed]
Posted by sleepygirl on August 6, 2005, at 23:12:38
In reply to smothered, posted by cockeyed on August 5, 2005, at 0:05:01
I'm so sorry cockeyed, I hope it eases up quickly
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