Tangled Ties

Scrambling to declutter the mess in my mind,
My perception of "crazy" ebbs and flows,
Leaving me trapped and tightly entwined,
In a bind that nobody knows.

What must I do to authenticate,
The reality that this is me, a screwed-up bird,
Trapped in a pear tree, in a sinking state?
It's time to speak before I am unheard.

Don't lock up the bottle of my self-doubt,
Or my wit will implode in pain.
Trust me, the damage will come about,
And the long, dark path will remain.

Let's talk it out, my friend, and find a way,
To break free and face a brighter day.