Jacked

Chemical imbalance is real, this is an attack on my nerve...

Everyone taking arms but won't give a hand to those who serve...

The sights seen daily has triggered some serious side effects...

Can accept my state, brain suppressed, a disorder to reject...

See I hear all the talk, my mental tells me its wrongs...

Eyes know that between the ears is were my thoughts belongs...

Panic increases as my mind wonders, causing my mood to change...

Stress level lowers internally,how to diagnose my condition is strange...

People pay attention to the pleasures, only to find there's no reward...

In being dealt a hand, dealer stacks the deck but addiction is to the card...