I Cry To Let Everything Out

To Keep Up Appearances, I Stomp My Room And Slam The Door.

There Is No Magic Cure, No Making It All Go Away Forever. There Are Only Small Steps Upward; An Easier Day, An Unexpected Laugh, A Mirror That Doesn't Matter Anymore.

There's No Point In Asking Why, Even Though Everybody Will. I Know Why. The Harder Question Is "why Not?" I Can't Believe She Ran Out Of Answers Before I Did.

Nothing Is Perfect. Flaws Are Interesting. Be The Tree.

I Needed To Hear The World But Didn't Want The World To Know I Was Listening.