ROUTINES

When your having a shit day

But just assume it will go away

You don't know how to explain 

Why you're feeling this way

Tongue-tied, mouth sewn shut

Feelings brew up and run amuck

Silence is a virtue, I got myself in a rut

A crowded room,feeling lonely and stuck

A paradox, the true signs of depression

A repeat story and I still haven't learned my lesson

That I'm hurting myself but I ride it out like the last one

Yes, like the last one where I needed help but sought none

The last what? The last episode

It happens when I feel so down, my energy implodes

Autopilot mode, you attack and I explode

Self-defense cause there is a lot in me I have yet to decode

Idle but when you go I go

I don't skip a beat, now I'm letting it show

The frustrations and all the sadness, just leave me alone

I tried not to start this but you insisted to know

Silent treatment. Walking on eggshells

Trying to protect ourselves, even though we are both mad as hell

Frustrated that not only did our conversation not go well

But I'm upset with myself, a good day ruined when you pressured me to tell

Polar opposites. It's nice to just sit and not have much to say

When I'm quiet and nonchalant, it's turns out to be a dead giveaway

That I'm not okay, but you just say, I'm in a "bad mood" as if that sums up all the same

I open up to you because you ask, then you raise your shield, lift your bow and take aim

 I wake up to find I'm tongue-tied, my mouth is sewn shut

My feelings will be kept in and I'm sure they'll run amuck

Silence is a virtue, a never-ending rut

A room. Just you and I... still feeling lonely and stuck