When life gets too hard I go to my special place
I look deep within this imaginary space
Time has no meaning and we walk up-side-down
There are no mirrors and no one can frown
Tears come only from laughing and giggling too
And most of the time that is all that we do
Who are the “We” I refer to, you want to know?
Well, this is only where the most special go
Often they’re found in the darkest, ugliest parts
But they have the most beautiful hearts
Using their minds they create amazing dreams
There is nothing more lovely, or so it seems
Once in a while this monster will try to get in
But we put up a fight, won’t let him win
He knocks on the doors and tears at our walls
Says unkind things, to the weakest he calls
He has lots of names, his heart black with deceit
But the one I fear most, the one I can’t beat
This voice calls to me often, attempting to lure me
Depressions its name, not sure I’ll ever be free©
by Mac