Thank god...

Thank god people can't hear what I'm thinking

Said this drunken sot after hours spent drinking

And ranting and raving for most of the day

It's a wonder I could hold a thought anyway.

Thank god people can't see into my deepest soul

For I'm ashamed all they'd find is a very dark hole;

And sadly the same goes for that parallel part

Which both artists and medics agree is a heart.

Thank god people don't know the fear that I hold

On the outside I'm brash, and artificially cold;

Yet when the curtain of night drowns out the light

My world becomes awful full of horror and fright.

Thank god people don't all endure the same terrors

They've lived decent lives, not like mine full of errors

So they can carry on with their thoughts without fear

Of hurting or embarrassing all those they hold dear.

Thank god people do not think the way that I do

Otherwise there'd be no variety in our human zoo

For villains, wrong 'uns, the bad and good to reside

We must all go with the flow that's humanity's tide.