I can't get it.
I can't understand it.
It...is my life.

It...feels that problems are increasingly rife.

Things are so thick, I couldn't slice them with a knife.

We feel bad for ourselves.  We call it strife.

When I think of me, and who I am,
confusion always finds me.
But I like to pretend, and make it seem,
like my spirit is completely free.
If you really knew me, you'd disagree...
completely.

So mums the word.
Don't tell anyone,
or I'll lose at my own game.  It wasn't mine, but I made it
so.
I changed the rules so long ago,
that now I've tricked even myself
and lost track of my mental health.

I took myself off of those pills
and realized I don't need them.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm in control...
Nope, I don't need them.

Hey, I'm Stephanie.
I'm secure.  I'm full of positive energy.
But...stay back.
Stay way way back.
Don't get too close to me.