On top, on the game
Nobody can see me as lame
I run the meetings and they see
How I perform as the stable me
I feel good for a week
I feel good for two
I feel bad for two
I feel bad who knew
Nobody can tell what’s on the inside
They see the behavior, the inner emotions hide
One day this Lyme fear will end
Normal life I can finally blend
In with some regularity
Unless AI hits the singularity
I’ve worked and grinded
I’ve intellectually minded
But I just can’t shake it
Maybe I just need to face it
I may never make it
No relationship to maintain it
To accept and move on
Accept I’m a black swan
Feeling bad I can be withdrawn
When I want to face life head-on
I feel good for a week
I feel good for two
I feel bad for two
I feel bad who knew
Next time I feel good
I’ll find her like I know I could
I’ll create friends like I know I would
I’ll feel bad again & be misunderstood
Fall off & have to hide
Cycle once again fortified
But it’s ok I’ll be back in 20 days
With the false hope that’ll be my new always