Think I’m a drama queen?
Think again, or don’t, I don’t really care.
Think I’ll slip out the side EXIT and leave the world on its stage.
Think I’m exaggerating?
Think maybe, or not, I can’t really tell anymore.
Think I’ll just keep to my cage.
Think I’m depressed?
Think so, but compared to what?
Think nothing of it, as always, that would be best.