Stuck in my Head.

I already know I have a problem,

But they tell me I just haven't tried.

Even as these buds begin to blossom,

Again and again I'm still denied.

Denied the ablity to reach out.

To gain some assistance,

To brush away the doubt.

Denied the restiance

That which binds me here.

While I hear laughter in the distance

It only serves to bring me to tears.

Denied understanding

And all that could lend me their ear.

For it's merely a childs misbranding

Of the issues I've come to deal in here.

So now here I lie,

In this maze of my mind.

Thinking 'I could just die.'

But if I did that how would I ever find

That the grass was greener on the other side?