I get this funny feeling inside. <br />It comes from deep inside. <br />When all I want to do is run and hide. <br />It's like a down ward slide. <br /> <br />My quack calls it depression. <br />Some of my family say its just me. <br />Some call my pysco. <br />Others call me weird. <br /> <br />But these shit feelings and thoughts. <br />noone will see. <br />It's like I'm a different person now. <br />And the old me just dissapeared.<br /><br />Amy Kerswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-alone-3/
