Lithium

Yeah, something’s got a hold of me. 

The anger in the depression and the depression in the anger. 

They run in unison, thriving off each other’s energy, fueled by a strange kind of productivity.

I'm trapped in the cycle.

A veneer. A façade.

Drugs will do that to you.

You live in a constant, tonic-clonic state—your soul twitching and stiffening.

Low energy, high heart rate.

Loud voice, slow speech.

Intense eye contact, but only with my circumstances.
I sweat profusely. It’s disruptive.
The uninvited shallow breathing, the ever-clenched jaw, and the hostile comforters—
It’s all so intrusive.

Yeah, something’s got a hold of me.