Alternatives.

When I was young and on my own,

I dreamed of things new and old,

Friends I had that built me up,

And even though I had enemies, I never gave up,

The fact I was struggling,

And indirectly juggling,

A life of clinical depression and onset mugging,

Toggling, switching from one mood to another,

"Uh, what is he saying?" Oh, don't bother,

I need a mother,

And a brother,

Not physically, but mentally,

To live inside my head,

And make me feel in control and sleep peacefully in my own bed,

But nonetheless,

I tend to disgress,

And say that these solutions are the cause of my stress.