I Hate it Here

What a way to feel today;

Inside I am dark and dreary.

I'm sick of the feeling of dismay,

I just want to be cheery.

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I have no more room

for the impending doom.

If I find a four-leaf clover,

will it all be over?

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My mind is full of debris.

Depression is eating me alive.

Anxiety consumes me

but getting better is for what I strive.

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I hate being stuck here,

as the voices whisper in my ear.

"Keep the mask on your face."

The mask is gone, for questions, I brace.

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