Myselves Alone

The music is my companion
It sings with me through life
The recordings in my head
Are with me, so I'm fine.

But sometimes, I am angry,
Or sad, lonely, and confused.
Then, the music leaves me,
the songs refuse to play.

I can't think of something else
to make the quiet go away.
The silence can be maddening,
when I'm in bad shape to begin.

So I turn on the radio and try
To bring the music back again.
My companion may be happy or sad,
but even when depressed, it keep me safe.

When it leaves, the worry comes,
The Terrible Rages appear.
How I fear the rages.
So let the music stay.

written March 11, 1997 after severe fights on a trip home for Spring Break