Some days I see the rain clouds coming in Then pull my head beneath this turtle shell The world outside takes on a fetid smell And all the vivid colors bleed and blend Each sound that's heard enters right through my skin The madness feels just like an ocean swell I'm sinking like a rock and I can tell Then suddenly I am my lonely twin There is no room for love inside my heart Pure wretchedness becomes my only friend I feel the loss of all my normal senses Withdrawing to my hideout in the dark The strain of never knowing when it ends Confuses me with past and present tenses an original poem by Daniel Turner "poemdog"