Control

Control

Life is in control of me
I need to take control back
Everyday is a battle
nothing is simple anymore
Controlled by psychiatrist's, doctor's and employer's
Why such a fight?
Why so much flight?
Anger is all consuming
caught between being and doing
Without music I would be lost
Everything must be thought about; everything I say, do and eat
Life is not meant to be like this
The words make sense in my head but my mouth cannot produce them
on paper straight from the jumble of words in my mind here are my thoughts
but who is reading?