Feeling...

Confounded, confused
Mixed up and off-balance
These are a few of my dubious talents.

Defective, disgusted
Lost and segmented
My feelings are all of my own, they're demented.

Are others out there just as nutty as me?
I can't see them!
Where are they? Where can they be?

Ah...I see...

I must hide my feelings
That's the way it is done.
The proper, the safe way, and revealed to no one.

Until one day I start feeling...

Confounded, confused
Mixed-up and off-balance
They've come back to haunt me, my dubious talents.

(written when I first realized I was clinically depressed)