Nowadays

I learned not to cry

Unless I can't hold it.

The people around

Are running away

Saying: "Forget it!"

"How are you doing?"

"Thanks, I'm doing fine"

It does not matter if

You're sad or suffer

No one will give a dime.

They want to see success,

Money, fame and power.

You have to hide the truth

That your life is sour.

Depression is a shame,

Melancholy - a stigma -

Who wants to be around

Someone who lack charisma?

Go party, spend some money,

Show that you have some fun,

Smile with or without reason (!)

Nobody then will run.