I wish I knew just how it felt
About what it is my life has dealt
Mostly I don’t like myself
Apart from the days I do
I leave my feelings on a shelf
But after them I pursue
I know the things that have happened to me
But their effects I cannot see
I know how other people work
I understand them all
When they can't see past the murk
I’ll help them stand up tall
But when I think of my own thought
It causes me to get quite distraught
I feel ready to have a talk
I want to keep things in my head
I want to go out for a walk
I need to curl up in my bed
Can't see an easy way to deal
With all the crap I don’t want to feel
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