How can I destroy this stupid burst
Of emotions unquenched, internal unrest?
Increasingly unstable, I seek to slake this thirst
Of deadly desires.

I try oh-so-hard, yet keep losing my grip;
Mocked and belittled, they keep trying to trip
Me and deny me that one little sip
Of quiet, simple acceptance.

What would become of this endless tirade?
Yes, spin the wheel again, and pray it's not a bad day:
That he will shrug off insults and keep on smilin',
That he won't be hurt, that he won't end up tryin'
Something he might later regret.
That he will keep it together, and will not break.