I'm tired of writing these poems
Compulsory expressions of romanticism
Without having a choice

Long ago I learned
Surrounded by mentally ill
That distancing yourself was healthy
It kept you emotionally still

Years later nothing has changed
Only my friends and now I have a name
How can people admire my counterpart
His actions, what he writes
Yet still be afraid to roll dice

So today I plan to take back what is mine
Since this wretch is so unappreciated

When will he understand that he is nothing
But a byproduct of chemical imbalances

The aches, the pains, the dying inside
It's all just a game with a few truths and many lies

I'm the leader.  I'm stable, I can survive.
I deserve to control this life
He is merely a resurrecting worm
Easily crushed when circumstances turn

For my control there's a few favors I need...

Don't touch me
Don't hold me
Don't kiss me on the cheek

The look in your eyes
Cannot change my mind

Keep your skin far from mine
Salt your words so they are no longer sweet
Do not look upon me and sigh
For this is what I've been, all this time

Leave if you must.  
Stay if you can.

I don't expect you to understand.

It's all so easy for you to do
Though if choose to not listen then...
We'll just have to get rid of you.