I lay in thought, beyond obsessed, 

this bitter personality I am displaying,

this idea is making me stressed,

I refuse to say I am depressed.

In order to find an answer in my mind, I am fraying,

despite my pain I wish to make myself the best.

And at your request,

I ignore the issues that are weighing,

even if ignored, in my own mind I am a guest.

However, I try my best to protest,

due to the anger I am conveying,

I feel alone or even possessed.

Please, please unrest,

I can’t tell you what’s wrong, Rather than I am decaying,

as a result of everything that is suppressed.

This sadness, may I suggest...

is the reason my serotonin is delaying,

and these memories replaying...

is symbolism of everybody's test.