Brain on break, but the stress still clocked in,
Smile on screen, whole mess behind the login.
Mood went missing, joy dipped out quick,
Now my head got bars, but the signal won’t stick.
Cortisol cooking, I’m fried by design,
Body yelling “danger” while I’m safe inside.
Whole room calm, but my nerves still riot,
Got a war in my chest with a library quiet.
Dopamine ghosted, left me seen for days,
Now nothing feel golden, even wins feel gray.
Serotonin low, so the lows got louder,
Every thought got weight like a guilt-built boulder.
Noradrenaline dipped, now the drive don’t drive,
Engine got gas, but it won’t ignite.
So I sit there still with a full-tank face,
Looking mad productive in a parked-ass state.
Got a lot on my mind, and apparently rent-free tenants,
My peace got jumped by a thought with good attendance.
I’m not stuck in my head, my head stuck in me,
Whole mood on airplane mode, still crashing weekly.
My brain got hands, it be boxing my peace,
Then act offline when I’m asking for ease.
Chemistry wild, whole squad off beat,
Too many screws loose, still tight on me.
I’m high-strung, low mood, half-charged, full stress,
Whole head buffering in a three-pound mess.
I ain’t lazy, baby, I’m chemically pressed,
Got depression in the brain and compression in the chest.
Frontal lobe said, “Work.” [pause] Body said, “Cute.”
Mind got plans, [pause] legs hit mute.
That’s executive dysfunction dressed nice in public,
Looking all put together while the system say “fuck it.”
Amygdala loud, got beef with the air,
Making threats out of spoons and suspense out of stairs.
Hippocampus hoard every L in a vault,
But the good memories missing, so I guess that’s my fault.
Sleep schedule drunk, appetite freelance,
Either starve for control or stress-eat chance.
Eyes open late with a tired-ass soul,
Running out of fuel, but I’m stuck in patrol.
People say “cheer up,” like that’s some cheat code,
Like I ain’t already trying not to sink in beast mode.
Brother, I would, but the chemicals tripped,
Now the joy got evicted and the rent got skipped.
My brain said “trust me,” that was chemically insane,
I got nerve to smile with a nervous system this strained.
Even my rest got stress in the fine print,
Every calm little moment got panic in the blueprint.
My brain got hands, it be boxing my peace,
Then act offline when I’m asking for ease.
Chemistry wild, whole squad off beat,
Too many screws loose, still tight on me.
I’m high-strung, low mood, half-charged, full stress,
Whole head buffering in a three-pound mess.
I ain’t lazy, baby, I’m chemically pressed,
Got depression in the brain and compression in the chest.
Maybe trauma moved in and changed the whole lease,
Now my thoughts pay rent to anxiety.
Maybe pain hit hard, stayed longer than planned,
Now the wiring all crossed like a desperate hand.
That’s a double loss, I’m losing my pleasure,
And losing my grip while I’m holding it together.
Funny how I look chill when the inside chaotic,
Built like a joke, but the punchline toxic.
I’m not weak, I’m weekly rewired by stress,
Every bad thought bench-pressing my neck.
Depression said “rest,” but it don’t mean heal,
It mean sit so still you forget what you feel.
Now I laugh real sharp, cause the humor got teeth,
Got a clown at the wheel and a grave underneath.
Inner peace filed bankruptcy, now panic run the business,
Every day feel heavy, every night suspicious.
Dopamine dipped, now the highs on strike,
Stress got promoted, now it run my life.
I got good genes, bad luck, worse sleep,
And a brain full of jokes that it only use on me.
That’s dark, yeah, but look, I’m still making it spin,
Cause even when the brain play dirty, I fight to win
My brain got hands, it be boxing my peace,
Then act offline when I’m asking for ease.
Chemistry wild, whole squad off beat,
Too many screws loose, still tight on me.
I’m high-strung, low mood, half-charged, full stress,
Whole head buffering in a three-pound mess.
I ain’t lazy, baby, I’m chemically pressed,
Got depression in the brain and compression in the chest.
My head got static, my smile got spin,
Whole room bright, still dark within.
Wires crossed, but I’m dressed real clean,
Looking put together with a glitch in the machine.
My peace got jumped by a thought with good attendance,
Got a lot on my mind, rent-free tenants.
Whole mood on airplane mode, still crashing weekly,
And a brain full of jokes that it only use on me.
