The Rut

Just when I think I've got rid of my frown,
You find new cunning ways to bring me down,
I was on a high, celebrating, not  my usual depressing ways,
But my bubble has been burst again, in the last few days.

I try not to think negative, but it's hard when surrounded,
As soon as I get up and confident, I am suddenly grounded,
There is always a few, that gang up on the one,
Being wrong all the time, is absolutely not fun. 

I try and be playful, and be daring and bold,
Who am I kidding, I feel I'm getting too old,
Am I the only one that celebrates good news,
Shrugged off and no consideration, for any of my views.

Help me I am falling into that infamous mood pit,
It reaches and grabs me slowly, sinking in a big pile of shit,
No one really helps me, I fight tooth and claw,
Then the cycle of beat down happens, it's a revolving door.

Everything is thought of, that makes me feel sad,
After speaking my own thoughts, I'll always feel quite bad,
Who does one turn to, when people don't see you as you,
Just keep to the mouse wheel, that's all that we do.