• All around me are friendly faces.
    Memorable places.
    Caring faces...
    Close to me, they won't let me go.
    My words fill up their minds.
    Care is all they give.
    Dreams are full of fright and death.
    Those of which are mine.
    Friends close to me.
    Won't let me go.
    Childhood times were troubling in the present.
    Every birthday got worse and worse.
    Less and less friendly faces.
    The mind keeps eyes on deep, hidden depression.
    Those friendly faces that listen think of it as a troubled, in-need mind.
    All that I see it as is a...
    Mad mind.