There is a feeling
Depressionesque, maybe
An emotion?
There is a sadness
That’s hard to explain
When one has cast the world away
Then reaches to pull it back (for fear)
Finding the world as is
Clearly as ones own reflection
And it hits
That feeling that gave the feeling
Feeding upon self
Teaching rejection
And one casts the world away (for fear)
Then reaches out to pull it back
Rejection of rejection
How feel you about the reflection?
I think a lot about love
That’s why I’m depressed
I’m not saying I’m not shallow
I understand being shallow
That’s why I’m depressed
Of course I’ve never been shallow in practice
Or really ever had a relationship
That’s why I’m depressed
I don’t want pity, or any “so sad’s”
I want to be desired
That’s why I’m depressed
Frankly, I’d be suspect of what someone could see in me
But I long for someone to see it
That’s why I’m depressed
Lol, this is all so dumb
But I like doing it
So whatever
Ima emu
(Wait, those are the ones that cut themselves and listen to crappy music right? I get the flightless birds mixed up. Whatever, I ain’t no ostrich, and could never dress like a penguin.)
(Lol, I wonder if I’m as funny as I think, or just confusing. Oh well, I suppose the fool laughs at themself when the audience boos.)
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