Dorothea Lasky

Depression—it’s a public feeling



But what if I don’t like anything as much as I pretend to



 



Darling Darling Darling



What if I don’t even like you



 



The blue night with trees



Everything told me to feel something



 



And yet everything you said was a lie



And all my emotions were for nothing



 



Oh all they want you to do is cry cry cry



Cry they say Cry



 



The animal takes the shape of the spirit



And the I is no I



 



Hardly on the girl



But why?



 



I had two main ideas



That I brought to the forefront



 



But the ideas never moved the audience



To laughter, to pick the pockets



 



So I tapped a little peacock



With the fiery tail



 



Until no one knew what was there









Sadness



It’s a public feeling



 



So I cry and cry



And the silver moon goes shining



 



Thunder and lightning



Thunder and lightning



 



I woke up in mid-morning



 



And it was all chatter



Just thunder and lightning