• Maybe it's just that I'm a mess right now
    My mood changes so randomly, and I'm not sure how
    One minute I'm happy, and all looks bright,
    In the next I want to lie in bed and cry all night

    I'm not really sure what I should do,
    Or if there is anything I could do
    I wonder if maybe it isn't normal
    If maybe I should be checked

    Most of the time, though, I feel pretty stable
    But nights like this seem to render me unable
    Unable to see what it is that I want
    Unable to decipher what it is that I feel

    So writing has become my outlet, as I'm sure you see
    It's how I mold myself into who I want to be
    In times like this when everything is everywhere
    Words are the only things that are always there