why not, admit it that your moody too?
why not, admit that sometimes you get real pissed off-at everyone & everything?
Why not, go someplace for help, for therapy, for medicine that could help to cure what ails you?
why not at least try, an anti-depressant?
It would not make you any less of a man, i swear-in fact it may make you that much more human. It may take the edge right off or knock the chip off your shoulder.
And no, I am not trying to say your crazy, or “just like me.”
I just get scared for you sometimes, when your hanging out in
your blue blue blue,
funky-ness. You will never accept a true compliment, you brush them off
as though their something contagious, something to make you ill.
And you stand tall, brave and strong,
like nothing is wrong.
But I know you. Deep down inside there is something inside you,
a baby bird with a broken wing, perhaps,
something that’s in need of some healing.
And you won’t talk about it.
And you will not let me in-to your world-just showing me
the pretty places. Or sometimes you will share some awful dirty secret, or
something that happened oh-so-long-ago…and telling me upsets you.
I put you into the blue blue blueness-of your funky-ness,
It’s hard for me to believe that your Armour,keeps you from feeling,
all the pain you have been dealing,
with, forever and a day?
So I say, why not?
and it falls upon your deaf ears,
like way too much
wind and rain.