Acrostic Analyzation

Someone please stop this crazy daily grind
Complex even for those who know the trade
How much can one soul cope within a mind?
Inverted thoughts, they work such great degrade
Zealot to point of reckless destruction
Over the top, the sky is sure to fall
Paranoia, laced with ripest poison
Happy to sad, to giants ten feet tall
Relax, a word better said than it’s done
End’s sight would be more than someone could ask
No break or stop once madness has begun
Insanity to those behind the mask
And in the end, who can we say has won?