you know what your problem is?

do tell…

your problem is you try to speak things into reality.
if you’re sad, you simply pretend things are great
you say everything is alright and decide
this is the way it is now because i said so;
you’re worse than an ostrich
you don’t even stick your head in the sand

when things are fine sometimes you decide they aren’t
and you just start speaking horrors into reality
you take the absolute worst case scenarios
and they become a whole new world for you
dragging you down into a freshly created hell
why can’t you just accept things they way they are?

i have no idea.

you are the worst kind of pathetic, unstable god
and your creations are subject to your emotional whims
forced to live in a fantasy world designed to deceive you
or drown you in a nightmare of your deepest fears –
what do you have to say for yourself?

I say you have the most amazing singing voice
and the music coming from you is beyond compare;
may you never stop that i would become lost
in the beauty that is your ceaseless expression

i give up.