Don’t
come
anywhere
near
me
I don’t
know
where
you’ve
been
There’s
no way
you are
touching
me
Until
your
hands
are
clean
For Our Own Good
You never
see the
worst of
my illness
because
I hide it
from you
For you
to know
the truth
about me
would just
tear me
in two
So I’ll
paint
on a
smile and
pretend
that I’m
fine
For
doing so
protects
both
your
sanity
and mine
The Sleeping Tablet
Thankfully,
tiredness
descends.
As upon
sleep,
sanity
depends.
Sugar Coating
Don’t
want
the
truth?
Then
don’t
ask
me.
I
will
not
lie,
To
protect
your
sanity.
‘Slip Away, Quietly’
All happiness
is fleeting
All sadness
is depleting
I’m no
longer competing
From sanity
I’m retreating
