Losin it

Title: Losing It
Written by: Luchetta ( Cookee) Manus © 2013 

Its like the last stand of good in the presence of evil. Your own movie, which you are the unfortunate star. All focus is on you. The audience in anticipation of your next move.

Will you be victorious, or will there be no more sequels

It's one of those moments where you feel like you wanna scream.

Your mouth is open but nothing comes out
Only tears run down your face.

It isn't exactly fear. Can't call it pain. It isn't happiness, nor bliss, not anger but unaware to you find that...

Anger has taken over and the only thing which keeps your sanity levels from reaching an unsafe level, is the fact that you don't wanna be admitted to a mental facility without your consent for evaluation for your actions, which could be questioned as being almost criminal in nature.

The only thing which keeps you from going insane is the drink that you have in your hand. Wine, maybe E & J and coke, or maybe it was the blunt you rolled early, that if someone found out its for your "Medical condition."

Like soda that has been shaken and open too soon, you finally release the tention which caused you to be so uneasy.

Like times of old you stand on your soap box and declare to the world that you have something very important to say

Peace suddenly falls over you and you let out a big

"Fuck You!"

And walk away victorious.

Written by Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2013