Given time but not the means
Rhyme but not the schemes
Will but not the way
Minute but not the day
Bite but not the meal
Card but not the deal
Heart but not the hope
Chair but not the rope
Friends but not the fun
Bullet slides in the gun
Aim is to my head
The goal is to be dead
Obama was the nicest guy - Intelligent and cool.
Comparatively speaking, his successor plays the fool.
Ridiculous and baseless tweets, The Donald can't avoid.
His recent missives indicate he's turning paranoid.
Barack Obama seems to be Trump's ongoing obsession.
Obama saved the U.S.A. from Bush-induced recession.
The Donald hates Barack's success and can't leave it alone,
and Trump, now "off the rails", claims Obama bugged his phone!
Trump's offered no supporting facts for his emphatic claim.
No warrants from the F.B.I. or C.I.A. to blame.
Perhaps he thinks Barack Obama has a super-power
that lets him fly high in the sky to break into Trump Tower.
So, do you wonder, Donald Trump, just where Barack is now?
Is he there behind the curtains? Is he in the walls somehow?
Is he watching from the ceiling? Is he in the chandelier?
Is he in your 15th closet? Do these thoughts fill you with fear?
Is he down at Mar-a-Lago, in the old groundskeeper's shed?
Is he disguised just like Melania, right there in your bed?
The truth may be much worse than that! Does it fill you with dread,
to realize Barack is living... deep inside your head?
I'm very good at pretending to be happy
But somehow you know I'm sad
When no one else does
My heart is very broken inside me
But somehow you mended it
When no one else could
I'm easily tired of this world and its people
But somehow you make me smile
When no one else can
I'm very good at hide and seek
But somehow you found me
When no one else did
Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine , when I'm anything but,
This ache In my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire, I burn from within
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out, I've built up a wall
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me, it eats away the years
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
And care enough to remove it, is that too much to ask?
Some are confused as to how depression works.
It's not like you can flat out see a person who's struggling with it.
They don't wear signs on their foreheads declaring it to the world,
Or scream it up and down the streets.
Often times, it's the person sitting right in front of you.
Smiling and laughing and cracking jokes.
The one that's always the first to ask how you're really feeling.
The one who will sit with you in silence,
Or let you scream to them your frustrations.
The one who will give you a shoulder, an ear, a hug, anytime you need it.
The one who is always there, and never judging.
People don't often see their pain, because they've become so good at hiding it.
So they keep smiling too big,
and laughing too long,
and letting people soak their shoulders with their salty tears.
Depression targets the ones that feel too much,
until they feel nothing.
. What can you do, fight being you?
Who can I be, if I'm not being me?
Where can I go if I don't belong home
Where can i turn when I feel so alone.
I cannot confide, I have too much to hide
I cannot push further what's deep down inside, I protect you from me and the troubles I bring I won't weigh you down I won't let you drown.
I will not let you share the worries that I bear, I will not let you see, the cracked doll that is me.