Beautiful Worlds

I felt like the symptoms starting all over again.

There was nothing I could do, other than to increase my dosage. Instead of one, ingesting two. That didn't seem to matter. The irritating aura surrounding me. My control, I must take into account. Raged and manically inhabited. Trying feverishly to maintain control, I lost it as fast as I wished it. Anger completely solely on patrol. Crying isn't going to help me. Nor are my silent pleaded out of my mouth. Severe reprecussions of my actions. Regret and sorrow leading me south. As far south as my feet can take me. Escaping this cruel mental shame. Leading me to another side of darkness.

A place where no one will remember my name.