Moods pass as quickly as a fake smile
I cannot stay happy, I cannot stay mad.
Yet sometimes I am melancholy
And there I remain
Wallowing in my depression
I cannot continue.

I cannot speak my thoughts
No one understands me.
What I do is all they see
That is, when they look.
What I think they don't know
They've never thought to ask.

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