What great power it bares
Containing my thoughts
That will never be shared
Never be lost
Most are bright
But some are dark
Either way
They're works of art

Nature calls me in

Because she knows

The magic that lies in the meadow

I wasn’t myself when I found this place

So I laid in the grass and looked up into space

I enjoyed the bees

The flowers

And the birds

This place was just too perfect for words

I was awaken from my spell

With a cool breeze

And I walked away feeling

Like the person I used to be

What a critical world
I show off my talents
And get no praise
All you see are the tiny mistakes
You magnify the flaws
And shove them in my face
It’s a routine with everything I say
Everything I make
Everything I do
Now I strive for perfection
To silence your hate
And judgemental reviews

Sick and tired 

Of being sick and sad

Tired of you telling me my thoughts are bad

Stop complaining 

Just lend me your chest 

So I can cry this out 

And put my depression to rest