I’m pretty sure it’s all in my mind
But I feel this way every time.
I cast a shadow of despair,
There’s a tightness in the air.

I stare up at the cloudy sky
And ask myself again “Oh why
I never ever seem to learn
It’s a thing I can’t discern.”

It wasn’t a case of carelessness
I wasn’t completely unaware.
Selecting what I wanted to see,
I dissolved the rest
Into a cloud of mist.

Sensitive, sensible I might describe,
But in it all lies a worthless pride.
Excuses pour down like the rain
Every streak leaving an ugly stain.

Sometimes I just want
To dig a hole
And disappear.

Sometimes I worry
That my actions will cause
My social circle
To rot and decay.