Obsession with depression

Working hard just to pay the rent.

When all of a sudden you are forced to live in a tent.

All the days go by.

Somehow I just need to fly.

Telling jokes that just end up being dry.

I hope I don’t kill someone and fry.

I do try to get people to understand.

But all I hear is a demand.

A demand for control a demand for peace.

Meanwhile I just feel ignored.

As I snore on this park bench.

No one seems to try to connect with me because of my nauseating stench.

Everyone seems to live by the motto N.I.M.B.Y.

While my grasp of reality is rather flimsy.

No one understands your plight until the night.

When everything they felt was right.

Goes out at night just the way they came through the light.

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