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Skeletons (Song lyrics)

I’ve lost my way, again
Caught between now and then
Grab my journal and my pen
Change the ‘if’ to a ‘when’
 
Lock myself behind the bathroom door
Like I’ve done a million times before
Can’t keep up the charade
So I hide away cause I’m afraid
 
You say I’m psychosomatic
Does that mean you think I’m dramatic
Is paranoia symptomatic  
Can you hear me through the static
 
Of the tv and computer screens
And the gloss of the magazines
They’ll tell you I’m a classic case
My thoughts already in their database
 
I don’t want to be
Boxed in by expectations
Caught in the debris
Of these endless complications
Broken conversations
With senseless implications
 
Put me in a bottle and make a comparison
Between me and some other poor lonely specimen
Make a poor judgement and prescribe more medicine
Hang me in the closet with the rest of the skeletons
 
Too long I’ve sat here immobile
Time to rejoin the rank and file
I’ll have to paint on my smile
Cause frowning’s considered juvenile
 
But honestly my mouth hurts
And I’ve run out of clean shirts
Maybe I should just go back to bed
Avoid the chance to be misread
 
By the people who are so smart
Pull me apart and make a flowchart
Of all the passages in my heart
And tell me I just need a kick start
 
I feel burdened by your good vibes
Your cheerful words feel like hidden gibes
I know I sound so depressing
But I’m so tired of repressing
 
I don’t want to hide
Behind pointless fabrications
Rather be undignified
Than be just a simulation
Caught in this stagnation
Under examination
 
Put me in a bottle and make a comparison
Between me and some other poor lonely specimen
Make a poor judgement and prescribe more medicine
Hang me in the closet with the rest of the skeletons
Written by spacecadet
Published | Edited 8th Jul 2020
Author's Note
In Shakespeare’s Much Do About Nothing, there’s a line that says “Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.” The context of the quote puts humorous spin on it, but those words really stuck with me as something we see all the time. Everyone knows how to cure anxiety — except those that deal with it everyday. Everyone has a cure for depression — except the ones being crushed by it. Try this herbal remedy, this meditation app, this deep breathing exercise — everybody knows something that will be apparently life changing, and after handing over their prescription, wonder why the person is still struggling. Those things might help, I’m not saying they don’t. But they don’t cure a person.
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