my head is a fish tank
with a score or so of fish
there’s many different types of them
i wish they would go away
they follow me around and try to
tell me what to do
and every fish takes a turn
being the master of disguise
playing their role as a human being
running through my life
as though it were a game
they control me each on their very own
using me as a puppet
some put me through misery
some put me through pain
some put me through happy times
and some get me through tough ones
but i’d rather life with a diverse polarity than
live it through as one color
and that is why some of my writings
seem to be bi polar
because the spectrum of fish that controls my head
goes from very nice to very bad
i try to keep the bad once gone but they’re tougher than they look
and some of them just are plain insane, they’re kooks
i think that they’re all the cause of the voices in my head
my multiple personalities and my mood swings
my god i hate those stupid little fish
oh how i long for a drought