I'm sorry for the things I say
When I'm not feeling like myself
I know I sound concerning
Expressing the pain I've felt
I just need someone to talk to
And you happen to be there
I end up pouring out my sorrows
And all you can do is stare
And I don't look at your face
But I know you're probably scared
Or maybe you look down at me pitifully
As I sit on the bottom stair
Moving my hands sporadically
Head thrashing from side to side
My therapist says I look schizophrenic
When I say what's on my mind