If you knew (title subject to change)
By Catrin NW Jones
if you knew half the things I've done,
Would you call me crazy?
Would you question me, baby?
Ask how I’ve been, how I’m feeling,
But I can’t quite say—I’m reeling.
A new psychiatrist, a fresh diagnosis,
Another talk about my doses.
Crawling back to the bed again,
But I’m not sure where it began.
You’ve got me tangled in my reality,
Running circles around what’s inside of me.
Coexistence, it’s never your way,
Feed me pills, but the voices stay.
Stepping through the cracks, I’m finding ground,
Shadows rise, but I won’t back down.
The silence hums, a tune I claim,
Lost in the chaos, but calling my name.
Therapy’s a map, but the path’s unclear,
The pieces scatter, sharp and near.
Your pills can’t touch the melody,
That plays too loud, too quietly.
You’ve got me tangled in my reality,
Running circles around what’s inside of me.
Coexistence, it’s never your way,
Feed me pills, but the voices stay.
Breaking chains, or are they whole?
Shadows shift, am I in control?
Pain and strife, I’m learning the tune,
Walking between the sun and moon.
You've got me questioning my sanity
Chased by shadows I can barely see.
Coexistence was never your key,
But I’ll find my truth, and set it free.
