I Don't Trust Myself to Be Alone

I don't trust myself to be alone,

just when I think I've reached a milestone,

I fail again...

in frustration, my soul begins to moan.

Put me in a straightjacket, or stick me behind bars,

when I look in the mirror, all I see is an alien from Mars.

Clear the noise, the distractions, the temptations,

the substances, the pain, and the unrealistic expectations.

My heart is bent out of shape and is suffering from scoliosis,

I am often lost, wondering, wandering on the verge of psychosis.

I must learn to walk in the steps of the Comforter,

so as not to gratify my worldly, deceitful, nature.