I push, I shove – the ones closest
Any good thing that comes, I end it
Revel in my loneliness, call it escape?
Depression is a sixth sense, a scalding blood in my veins
Scream! No one hears – deaf ears
I call it, a curse…
It’s just who I am.
Nothing good can ever last – so I just enjoy it while it’s here
Like a high, it comes and goes, until the next time
Bahh, no humbug – I’m no Grinch, no, just alone
Every word I hear – I remember the who, when, and where
This is the observer, cursed to always just be