...And he rambles and mumbles.

...And he rambles and mumbles


All failures and successes clearly visible,
I am shrouded in distorted light.
The pain is plain on my face,
As is the joy, writ large.
When the fit descends,
I see reddish hues,
I feel glossy-black anger.
I feel no fear, I hear no sound
Nothing except the sound of war.
But without the sweet fit of anger.
I am forever assailed with fears.
And my enemy lies since birth, my own self,
My mad mind, that finds no rest.
And my grief stricken and inconsolable soul.
I laugh, I smile, I joke,
I tease and annoy
And even fill you with joy.
Yet, it is all part-facade;
The pain is never far.
It is a world you cannot understand
A world glimpsed in the corner of your eyes,
But focus on it all, and it is no more,
Only my smiling facade.