Masks of Inception

Manic phase, depression, anxiety in my head
‘Why can’t you get over it?’ everybody said
These questions, the stress, on them my demons fed
The madness, the craziness, like a charging bull seeing red.

Broken though my mind is I fought with my full soul
Piece by piece I jigsawed. I made myself whole.
Fighting for a space for myself. Creating my own role.
Climbing my way up, from the bottom of the totem pole!

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