Sometimes it feels your mind has only just wandered,

And suddenly all your good thoughts have been squandered. 

Out of no where everything is tainted black,

And you can't pick yourself up, you can't pick up the slack. 

 

It's sneaky, it's tricky, the monster inside you. 

Volatile, vile, feeding you words that aren't true. 

It tears you to pieces, it shatters you apart,

It leaves you bleeding and raw, with a broken heart. 

 

You wish you could find a way to stop the pain,

But it feels so unnatural, good thoughts against the grain. 

So you sit and you wait for it to leave again,

But it never leaves, it'll always be there, and always has been.