Bruised Teeth

I've chewed on this life a while,  I have bruised teeth to prove it. 

  With one long painful scar I've made, and my effort to remove it.

The double of my toils, shows the double of my lack,

  And the bills my life are charged with, seems an ever growing stack.

But I'm offered constant rescue, and I know that I'm in debt,

  The life preservers out there, and I know I've grabbed on, yet...

I'm still thrashing in the bedlam, because I cherish my own way.

  And who can teach a panicked soul, to rest and wait and pray.

I should really hold on tighter, to the rescuers belay,

  And drown panic with patience, and begin another day...