Overcome by melancholy feelings, I slip back into my usual depression.
Thinking that therapy may be the answer, I back out befor we begin our session.
Feelings of misdirection parade around me, sending me down the wrong path.
But I continue to keep my feelings hidden, for fear of his wrath.
My childhood stained with the blood of bad memories,
I feel like I am lost in the middle of deadly seas.
Is life a reality or just a crazy dream?
Sometimes I feel like an old garment, ripping at the seem.
Until now, I have kept my feelings within,
but I had to let them out, they were bursting from my skin.
Words of wisdom now escape me,
and all my feelings come forth freely.