I sit in confusion.

 What do you want me to say?

    Do you want me to sit and tell you my life story?
  Or just the important parts that make me who I am?
  Possibly you're asking me questions to dig into my life 
    so you can find something to relate to so that you can speak.

   Are you really interested in why I'm so depressed?
  Or is it a gossip game to you? Maybe your curiousity just takes over.

     What do you want me to do?

  Do you want me to get up and dance for your entertainment?
To smile and sing a song I don't know?
        Let me put on this mask,
           it will conceal what I really feel.

     I will tell you this
  if you promise to lie,
    My head plays tricks
    and my heart forgets to tick.

Everything begins to spin
  and I'm down before I know it again.
You wouldn't guess it if you saw me today,
     but I'm secretly refusing therapy.
I will deal with everything
       like I always have,
              like the way I always do.

    I will cling
   I will cry
    I will whimper
  I won't have style.

                   If you pretend to care,
            I might leak a prophecy. 
                 If I lose my mind,
           you might find the pieces.

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