Admission of Infirmity

My heart is always racing to keep up with my mind
That's why I'm never able to scream in perfect time
Hands are always shaking my grip is never tight
Everything that I want is always out of sight

Sometimes I just
Shut down like this
Mind and body
Are separate

I don't know why
This shit happens
I can't afford
A therapist

Swallow all my words as I
Hate my earthly form
Never Do I think that I'll
Successfully conform and I never
Feel too comfortable
Always on the move so you never
See me pace or the way I
Grit the teeth in my fucking face

Syllabic waste
Over caffeinate
I'm grinding my teeth
My heart palpitates

Could this be it?
We done with this?
Relax your jaw
Unclench your fists