Diabolically deceptive,
Emotively unresponsive,

Ignorance would be bliss,

But I cannot escape this mentality,

Stuck in a world of brutality,

You make me feel pathetic,

A broken shell of my old self,

Cowered in a corner,

Crying in to my hands,

The stress is far too much...

Searching for an answer,

It doesn't come in pill form,

Mores the pity still,

I rely upon the feeling that citalopram can give me,

When I'm feeling blue.