I'm melancholic...
And no, I don't want
To talk about it.
I'm not depressed,
Just on the borderline
Of dispirited and stressed.
But I'm not talking about it.
Not gonna talk about the
Why's and how's of my feelings
The emotions with which I'm dealing
The causes that've left me reeling
And despondent.
No, I don't want to speak on it.
So leave it be.
walk away from the topic
And let me be
Alone with the thoughts
I shouldn't think.
Leave me alone to my
Midnight dreary
Where I lay awake weary
And alone with my query's.
No I don't want to talk about it.
But the irony is that these words
Have already given away my feelings.