My sociopathy displays
The same old gray haze every daze
This nothing and I don’t know why
I try and try and try and try
To make myself feel just like you
But rain drops fall, the sky is blue
Not some symbolic shade of sad
I don’t get mad, I don’t get glad
I just exist, persist, repeat
I add, subtract and then delete
The joyous moment mental notes
And transcendental anecdotes
A host of ghosts that walk beside
My shadow unbeknownst in stride
Such lovely, lonely, little people
Nurturing their inner peaceful
Living out their lucid dreams
But take a look behind the scenes
Of melodrama entities
And masquerade identities
Pretending to be happy so
This suffering we need not show
To those who sing their caged songbirds
Without emotion in their words