Misery hates company

Impulsive this is not, by virtue of perpetual hours of considerate speculation

I have come to find that I cannot find reprieve in a phony jet set molded vexation

It is said that misery loves company, well I beg to differ from such a cheap statement

As I get brainsick around such deplorable’s caught in their self loathing enslavement

To free myself from these chains of hate, I must find a numbing inside my brain

Nothing by hands of pharmaceutical scientists, unsupported claims of relieving pain

Agoraphobic? No, I can arduously, though eventually, exit through my front cell door

I just wouldn’t if I had empowering choice, no family, friends, need for a job or a store

I will, as I’m forced to, just deal with the situations brought to me so emphatically

Just like I will deal with the crippling anxiety that will also come on so dramatically

Life I can’t escape from, chemically I tried, a depressed outcome is always so much worse

I draft up a script, scrutiny of every angle and plot twist, then with all of you, I rehearse.