It can be a dark
And lonely place,
Like you're out
In outer space.
People think you're strange,
Or over sensitive--
But how can they judge you,
When they don't know the misery you live?
You feel all alone,
Even in a crowd--
You're withdrawn and quiet
While the world is happy and loud.
Some say to snap out of it--
You're going through a "phase",
What they don't understand
Is you're living in a dark haze.
There are medicines to take
And therapists to see--
But in my despair I still know:
God is taking care of me.
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