Dealing with Sanity

[burrealist]

Dealing with Sanity

Staggering through your adult life;
with illness, hardship, and psychotic strife.
Losing friends left and right,
to things assumed by blurred sight.

Cannot even trust the radio that's on, I think we'll know the radio is on. I think I noticed a meter from the first stanza. Right here, you could say: "Can't even trust the radio", or some other way to lessen word-usage. 
or the words to a favorite song.
Wishing one can wave a wand,
to end this dance with distractions. Dance of distractions? Dance on distractions? I'm sure you already went through and tried different preps, but for some reason I don't like with.

Self identify that your eyes and ears, Even though the next line mentions "thoughts unclear", I don't understand this line too well. What does "Self identify that" mean? I think you're expressing your self-image. On a smaller note, is the comma necessary? It's not a huge deal, since you must have reason for it.
are being deceived by thoughts unclear.
Hear the voice that is so sincere. I don't think you need the word so. Two reasons: This line will flow better without the word, and sincerity is strong enough by itself.
Help me back on the path, please persevere. "Help to guide this perseverance"? I think you can take some words out, make this less obvious.

Pills, plus apologies with technology, a narrow corridor. What does it mean to corridor? Nouns are not verbs, and poets are free to bend the rules, but it's best to really think why you want to bend the rules in the first place.
Explaining morals, horrors, and a past restored. I like this line because the consonance rolls the relationship between these three things well.  
Things settle and one are what they once were. I'm not sure what you're saying. One what? I see "Things are", but then "settle and one" confuses the meaning. Maybe this is your intention.
An individual with dreams of a future. Dreams often shatter and stab into your soul where your heart once was. I wrote a poem about shattered dreams and being hung by a noose. Maybe I should post it here.

Years go by, working constantly to get paid. Obviously, we will get paid for work.
Keeping friends tight, a working cogs refrain.
Welcome back to now, be here for a stay.
How do you know what one is after life's manic fray. 

Dealing with being sane, is better than insanity. Is it? Some people just want to let loose and be the best crazy they can possibly be.
One can push beyond their limits, forward is the strategy. 
Recognizing the past with all it's tragedy.
Your are stronger, now smile blissfully in reality. Good, positive spin. I read another one you wrote that did not end positively. I like that you brought this one to a more optimistic light.

I know you just posted this in "Poetry for Fun", but I wanted to critique more of your work. Thanks for writing.