I'm trapped in my head.
I have places to go,
things to do,
people to see.

But I can't escape
my own brain
to accomplish the things
that I need to accomplish.

Why do I feel this way?
I know I'm not supposed to feel this way.
Nobody else feels this way,
so why do I feel this way?

It's a battle,
a constant battle,
a furious battle
that just keeps raging on.

It's a battle of me
against the world.
Everything and everyone else,
against little old me.

The odds are piled against me,
the time is ticking on,
there's no way for me to win.
I want everything to stop.

I sit in a room full of people
and want to leave.
But I'm scared that I want to leave
more than just the room.

They tell me I'm too young, too happy,
too much and too little of everything
to be feeling these feelings
and thinking these thoughts

And I know that I'm
not supposed to feel this way.
But I simply don't know
how not to.

I know I'm not supposed to listen,
that the danger isn't there,
but my body thinks it is,
and it really feels like it.

"How did you get
to be this way?"
The answer is:
I don't know.

All I know is that it hurts,
my chest feels tight,
every breath is hard to swallow,
and the world around me is moving too fast.

Like I'm stuck in quicksand.
I can see the things around me
and I want to be a part of them,
but they're moving too fast.

They give me some labels,
they gave me some meds,
and I can usually keep it
all under control...

But I still feel helpless.
I still want to fight myself,
to blame it on me
to over-analyze everyone's actions.

And I can't just resist,
I have to acknowledge.
I have to listen to it all
and still say no.

I'm trapped in my head.
I have places to go,
things to do,
people to see.

But I can't escape
the depths of my mind.