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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.