Look at me

Look at me, I'm down again.
I get this way every now and then-
It's not that I have reason to cry,
I'm just not happy, I don't know why.
My problems are old and from the past,
My sometimes happy moods never seem to last-
I can't seem to look forward to anything new-
It seems my life is old and used.
Perhaps it's time to move on once more-
Throw all my depressions out the door.
Pick up the pieces and start over again-
I get this way every now and then.

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Written one rainy night

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