My melancholy thoughts keep me company
I lock them all in my mind for safe keeping
They force me to be sane, for they are the only ones who can comprehend
I'm selfish with my melancholy thoughts, I do not like to share
"They're mine! I built them up!" I yelp
And I coddle and kiss them as if they're my children
And if discovered,
I'd just be another dehumanized prescription and
Oh, melancholy would be long gone