Breakdown Poem by Kevin Patrick II

My mind, is held together with
Battered duck tape, worn down piston rings,
and unbalanced camshafts,
which have misaligned bearings
decoupling my attention span
making me a walking wreck
That always threats under little stress
Poor lubrication
causes my thoughts to gridlock
Jamming every one of my decisions
Into an uncontrolled mess
That I'm always cleaning up after
A bottleneck on my executive functions
Creates a massive buildup
Of never ending frustration
Amongst myself
And everyone who knows me
Causing me to spiral
consuming myself in my own neurosis
And every attempt to recalibrate
And reevaluate myself
Collapses by the weight of my deficiencies
That always seem to multiply
When ever I try
There is never a day
Where I am not confronted
By the failures of life
No one has to tell me what I already know
I am an abortion of a human being
The punchline of a bad joke
That nobody laughs at but just sighs
And all I have ever done
Is just try to not be me
And then survive
my next mental breakdown