Is this sadness strong enough to consume me?
I have my dreams I have my hopes
I hide behind them I am at times truly alone

I lie, I would say I have mastered that skill
I am swayed by your thoughts and his
Yet the facade I have built is so strong
I hope someone can break it now

These walls have to be broken from within
Yet again they are comfortable to sleep within
I sense signs of despair and the facade tries to help
It's weak it hasn't conquered itself yet

Yet at times as my cracked lips part so easily
I wonder what it is that is in my head
Is it brief sadness or depression?