Breakdown

When the whirlwind of noise surrounds and get intense, and when words can¡¯t hide their anger or intent. I feel it in my bones and in my head, can¡¯t make sense of what is said. Ready for the take down, headed for a breakdown. Fear has me backed against these walls that I follow and pace. Time moves in and out of phase of everything that I face. I feel it in my bones they rattle and shake, can¡¯t find a trace of what it takes to stop this take down. Can¡¯t stop this breakdown! Welcome to my scene. A place that¡¯s in-between where squares fit the round. Some affectionately call it ... my breakdown.... When I feel the pressure mounting and my hands begin to clutch, I reach my limit of pain and I¡¯ve had enough. It feels good to pound on tables and chairs and feel the frenzy start to wear. Breakdown this take down, gotta stop this breakdown. Welcome to my scene. A place that¡¯s in-between where squares fit the round. It¡¯ll never be, never be more than this. Never.