F*cked Up Poem by Zog Gascoigne

There it is again, that feeling in my chest,
Its never quite the same and rarely feels good,
Sometimes it feels like an elephant is sitting on my ribs, making it hard to breathe,
Sometimes its like butterflies fluttering about, bringing with them anxiousness and nerves,
Then there's the boundless energy that's never there when I need it but hangs around when I can't do anything to satisfy it,
Finally there's the boiling rage, so intense it makes me shake, so desperate to smash and destroy everything,
I am lost,
I am scared, of what I do not know,
I am upset,
I am angry, screaming inside,
I am numb,
I am...fucked up.