All the pressure builds up in my Skull,
Breaks me, tears me and makes me dull,
My brain becomes a Crystal, of value null,
And a thousand voices make me loose my will.
My emotions rise and rise inside my head,
My will makes me fight,
And though I try and try to hide,
I end up leaving people in spite.
Life seems so bleak and vain,
And I'm afraid of the pain.
I find myself without a drive,
Unlike Clark Hull.
If only mental health was made prime,
And the right of expression not a crime,
Then we could have had a better world,
Full of understanding and life,
And mental health a Universal right! 

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