If I wanted your help,
I’d put it where you can see
But I cried out for weeks
And you didn’t hear me
I’m past your religion
Because all I see is “Good,
upright people” who care
about what they think they should
I can’t talk to my friends
They’ll just take it to you
You don’t know who I am
You won’t know what to do
I’ll end up in a cell
With a shrink and some pills
That’s the part I can’t take:
It’s not depression that kills
It’s intending to fix me
Where there’s nothing wrong
You don’t carry my weakness
You attack where I’m strong
And you break down my will
You tear open a cage
What you freed isn’t me, though,
It’s what kept me enslaved
But you don’t hear my warning
Like you ever do
How can you kill my monsters
When the biggest one is you?