It's Friday night, the feeling is right,
And I've gotten myself in the mood.
To sit on the couch, and act like a grouch,
While deep inside I brood.

The cynicism in me is easy to see,
Because I never leave room for doubt.
I refuse to believe but instead I perceive.,
A life with a reason to pout.

Sitting in place, with despair on my face,
Unable to give myself a chance.
Because deep down inside, I'm inclined to hide,
For they never give a second glance.

So with words I'll play, I'll woefully say,
That this is not how to be.
Because if you spent the time to read this rhyme,
You're just as manic as me.