Feeling like a clown around old friends   Tending to be giddy and not mature   Better when suppressing my natural bent   And ugly when I'm straying from my better character       They're whispering softly to me   the angels and poets watching me   Calming my fears and my woes   for stressing the paths that I have chosen       Secret pains will eat your whole alive   The ones you'll certainly bottle up forever   Festering inside until you die   No purging this decay outside confession       They're whispering softly to me   advisors from my own reasoning   Warning that these are dire straits   hurry, prescriptions should be placed       I can look into my rectitude and see darkness   the anger from the sadness from the trials   that started with love       The guiding voice that keeps my pace alive is singing lullabies       It's quiet- not a peep   It's sent the kid to sleep   long enough I find   that it keeps my spirits charged with lullabies       I can look into my solitude and see confusion   the boredom from the excitement from finding my niche   that started with love