We call it euphoria, they call it manic.
I tell them shut the Fuck up, God dammit.
The feeling is so fucking fantastic.
They criticize and I can't stand it.
They fear the feeling, but I demand it.
Let the feeling in, let it wreak havoc.
Then I write it. Then I scream it. Paint it on a fucking canvas.
Dance and writhe like a fucking savage.
Tire out and drop to the floor, thankful for that moment, so glad I had it.
Scream out loud.
Fall to ground.
On my knees.
Feeling pleased.
Music plays.
Minutes feel like fucking days.
Feeling like I'm no longer sane.
Crazy thoughts all in my damned brain.
Lay on the floor, close my eyes.
And I fantasize:
Jump out a window, land on my feet.
Stomp the ground, earthquakes shake the streets.
Spazz out, hands flailing to the beat.
Pigs come to stop me, I'll never accept defeat.
Blast them away with laser beams.
Open my eyes, next song plays.
Wishing I could do this everyday.
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