My name is juvenile delinquent
I’m losing my mind now,
it happens again and I can’t do anything about it.
Anxiety, anger, confusion, depression and loneliness
fight to get a foothold in my beleaguered mind.
Just about to go mad, insanity beckons,
don’t let my neurosis lead to psychosis.
I don’t want to be a Section 20, locked up forever
with only bars as my companions.
How do I cope with this? Let it pass and try not to lose
it, to take my shit out on an innocent.
But Satan help anyone who crosses me,
a release will happen and maybe then I’ll be free,
a bullet in my head or rope around me neck.