And so I sit by myself,
and watch the nightly sky.

For there is none to tug me off my shelf,
or dry my tears when I start to cry.

And as the wind crusades my health,
water drops move to stain the earth dry.

While my thoughts I cannot counter,
and my emotions all but flounder.

For it is not easy to be depressed,
it is not easy to be oppressed.

And a girl can only handle so much tears,
before she collapses into her fears.

And depressed, I do not want to be,
but oppressed, is all society gives to me.

So I walk through the stumbling path of fire,
claiming, against me, the society does conspire.