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I’m the world’s worst Manic Depressive. I can’t even get that right. I go around trying to be reasonable. While inside me two dragons fight. I’m afraid to show my emotions, I’m not sure I even know how. I misread the signals of others. I’m labelled a miserable cow. I’ve tried to be part of the rat race And it fits me like Granddad’s old suit. I can’t quite do up the jacket. I have to admit, I’m a fruit. There’s so much about life in general That doesn’t agree with my frame. I’ve thought of moving to other spots, Or even of changing my name. I feel I’ve been thrown down a Black Hole. I’m stranded in a dark silent well. The further I stray from the portal, The surer I am this is hell. When I am surrounded by nature I feel I can be at my ease. I’m not like the others. Let’s face it: I’ll do as I damned well please.
10th August 2000
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