Sometimes it feels like a lot
I get these weird trembles
My head aches from thinking too much
I'm shivering but feel hot to touch

Sometimes it feels like I'm on the verge of being sick
My stomach quivers like an earthquake
Laying down just causes me pain
Only distraction makes me normal again

Sometimes it feels like a head rush
I'm doing a handstand in the playground
But I'm no longer a child
It just makes my mind go wild

Sometimes it feels like I haven't slept in days
When really I haven't gotten out of bed
My eyes blindly stare at the TV
But I don't take it in; the noise goes right through me

Sometimes it feels silent ...too silent
I don't want to leave my room and walk into the sound
In case I lose my mind on a familiar road
I open my mouth and I just start to choke

Sometimes it feels like I've just got to move
My to do list fills a notebook
The space I wanted to tell my story
Too many words, no time to write about being free

Sometimes it feels like a heavy box I'm forced to hold
And I have small, weak arms
I can no longer balance the weight
Another night, another few hours stolen by thoughts again

Sometimes it feels fine
But that doesn't mean it's not there
Because of object permanence, I know it lingers
I can't make it disappear with the click of my fingers

Sometimes it feels lonely
I hide in my covers with stuffed toys for friends
Burying my head in my pillow, I groan
No one should have to do this alone