BOMBASTIC DEPRESSION
Bombastic Depression Pressed down, sunk deep, low spirit, gloomy and sad You are sick, they say. You are an explosive episode in my life I know how you live When nothing interests me to do than to cry When anger is more appealing to apply than to joy When addiction is more pleasing than to reason It could be You inflicting demonic afflictions When coffee becomes more filling than food, I know you are suppressing my appetite for food. I stand before the open fridge and gaze I cannot remember why I opened it but I gaze I guess you stool my memory away. In the dark of the night while others sleep, I stay awake In the dawn of the morning, I am disoriented and fading I laugh at my emptiness hiding my true feeling I nag and curse instead of gently speaking blessing I understand that you are paranoia. Doctor says it is mood swing, yes bipolar Double personality scares me. This explains why I want to be alone While my friends want us to hang out t