The Black Depressions

Amended after some helpful comments from my fellows on A215.

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The Black Depressions

Self consciousness
Turns To self doubt
Spirals down
Through fear to self loathing

People don’t like you
They look strangely at you
They talk about you
Behind your back
From the corner of your eye
You see them leering
And sneering
And worst of all laughing

It’s all about you
It’s all inside you
It spills out of you
In snaps and snarls it weakens you

Makes you brittle
Makes you crumble
Makes you fail

There’s no reason for it
No good comes of it
You must be mad to think it
But that’s just the point isn’t it
You feel you don't own it
But in some way you want it
Must get something out of it
Or why would you do it ?

You think you can’t help it
But you can control it
Just think your way through it
Calm down and get over it
You know you can do it

But you can’t
Because you’re down there
At the bottom of the well
In a big stinking hole
With no-one to hold
You’ve pushed them away
They’re no help anyway
But you want them to stay