I am alone in a world of millions ...
I can't speak in a world of freedom ...
People are so cruel that time is crucial ...
All I want is Peace,
the scars that need healing to leave ...

Sometimes I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.

Some calls it depression,
Some says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.

It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just disappeared.
I get really edgy,
followed by feeling sad.

I wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.