I'm so depressed inside,
I feel there is no where to hide.
Why is this happening to me,
All I want is to be free.
No one understands this stuff,
I just walk around in a bluff.
Like being and feeling something I'm not.
I can't stop all this in my head,
All I want to do is stay in bed.
I don't know whats real any more
Cotton balls and ginger Ale.
By Kathy Rummery