'...And You Say You'Re Okay? ' Poem by Isaak DeMaio

The way you dropp your head,
and bend your knees,
gets all too familiar,
(just between you and me.)
 
Confidence runs away,
every time you're let down,
through these hidden trees,
insecurity snipes you with self-doubt. 
Fall gullible to your own shadow,
shame rains down from the clouds,
when that streetlight starts to flicker,
think of it as apathy turning on.
Loneliness awaits your visit,
while sadness eats at your mind,
a theatrical show of drama,
put on by your depressive side.
 
The way you dropp your head,
and bend your knees,
makes jealousy jealous,
of your award winning social disease.