How do I win a raging war with myself?
The battle never seems to end
At least I have my black cat
on whom I can always depend.
“I’m battling” he says to another
Does this mean that all is nearly lost?
I thought I was getting there
despite the collateral costs.
Have I been deluding myself?
Yet another symptom of this disease?
Maybe I should do what I never would
Pack my bags and leave.
I don’t want to be seen the burden
I don’t want to be the “battler”
But deep inside my fragile mind
my image soon will shatter.
Now I know that this is how he sees me
It all seems so much worse
I bring him down, I tire him out
I trap him too in this wretched curse.
So, is this really just depression or
maybe I’m just a selfish bitch
I wish this could be simple
A mere flicking of the switch