It's coming back. I can feel it, I can sense it,
I try to fight, to be strong,
But all that comes out is my masking wit.
I laugh and I hide in the crowd,
Just waiting for them notice that I don't fit.
I should be more afraid, I should get help.
I try and fail to force it away, desperate,
Then it consumes me and all I do is shrug.
Apathy takes over and I don't give a shit.