I am slowly entering a state of depression.
For a time you kept me cheerful and alive.
I've lost touch with you and my life is going downhill.
I try to enjoy myself but there is no substitute for love.
A choking sadness is swelling up inside of me.
I try to occupy my mind but my thoughts only return to you.
I'll do whatever I can to remain happy, for your sake.
I just want you to be aware...my happiness is fake.
There is no one else for me. You are someone I can't replace.
You mean too much to me. You are my one obsession.
More than you'll ever know...

They say the grass is always greener on the other side.
We've all heard the stories but we've never really tried
to reach this new paradise which we would all prefer to reside.
A place where all our needs are met and we can easily provide
a safe environment for our children to grow up in. To keep them satisfied.
A setting where none would want to leave, yet all want inside.
The perfect world with perfect people. A flawless community
waiting for us, we just don't know how to get there.

White walls...white floor...white ceiling...white light...
All I see is white...white...WHITE...
Everywhere, everything is white...trapped in the white.
Alone...afraid...echoes of my voice bouncing off the walls.
This emptiness. I am trapped, blinded by white. My world.
I don't want to move,to think.
I can feel my legs folding...my arms trembling...
I hear my heart racing... I can't breathe...
Too afraid to relax. I don't exist.
I am afraid to leave this place, It is all I know. WHITE.
The sound of my footsteps sends a chill down my spine...
The white sings an alluring song... a song of silence...
It mingles with the soothing melody of the ultrabright flourecsent.A sound I am used to. The only sound I know.
It keeps me inside.
The white room, the only sight I've ever seen.
This is my home...
This is my grave...

You have been with me since my very first day.
With every passing minute you watch for me...looming.
From my experiences with you I fear for my life. Your leer is dooming.
A refugee from your concentration camp, I want no part in your slay.

An apple a day is said to keep you away, yet it seems you'll always stay.
Of course I have no way to remove your from your glory.
And of course I know there is an ending to every story.
It is only a matter of time before you take me away.

Who people expect is not me.
Who people accept is not me.
I am myself, that is all that matters.
I am myself, I will not act as someone else.
I am myself, I am me. I am not you.
Not who you are. Not who you see.
Not the person you want me to be.
I have dreams of my own.
I sit atop my own throne.
I rule my kingdom all alone.