Keeping It to Yourself

You need a friend today,

but it never happens after knowing your name.

Before people say Good Day they ask how much you weigh,

then they say your skin looks gray.

You put a lock on yourself,

and try to throw the key so far away

from all the demons, so called specialist grown-ups,

commenting between the cups of coffee,

putting you in cuffs.

You are the writer of a novel of pain,

still no one understands

That you feel ashamed because - You keep it to yourself.

Keeping it to yourself.

You need a friend today,

but it never happens after knowing your name.

They say you have a distorted view on yourself,

but how can the view be anything else but wrong,

hearing the same old song.

You put a lock on yourself, and try to throw the key so

far away,

from all the demons and the grown ups, putting you in

fucking cuffs.