I should act more like me
When I’m someone else
You see
Mad
Being too sad
Hurt trailed feelings
Mix into the bad
Rotting away
On top of old misery
Who do I need to manipulate?
To get past another’s admittance gate
More than enough to scrap
From the last depression’s relapse
All my shirts soaked in strain
From another drippings in pain
Spooning in the slop
Willingness never stops
To join a local commotion
Feeding frieze for emotions
Time will soon have to dine
If I wonder into it blind