She’s listening, I can see
Lost inside her mind
Thoughts that should be free
Turn to fears that bind
Circling around like eagles
Looking for their prey
Thoughts that inveigle
Her memories this way
She listens to the voices
She knows them so well
They make her pick her choices
From a menu written in hell
The stories that they tell her
Have no base in truth
But seem real enough to infer
She’s guilty without proof
She carries that guilt within
Hides it from her friends
Admitting it would be something
She scared would never end
She apologises for all that’s wrong
Though she’s not at fault
Shes trying to just get along
While her emotions somersault
She questions her perceptions
On every conversation
Scared of deceptions
And seeking affirmation
She is crying out for hope
But cannot understand
Shes balanced on a tightrope
With nowhere safe to land
And in the quiet of the night
The voices always call
She cannot fight or flight
Or hide from it at all
She losers her sense of reason
Cannot see through the mists
It’s always a winter season
When depression exists