Rhythmic Depression

Nothing’s ok
I don’t know what to say
I think too much every day
I feel like no more than clay
Being shaped in the way
Everyone thinks is proper to put on display
I want to go away
If I may
I don’t want to lay
Please understand that I truly don’t want to slay
Myself, but I am certainly not gay*
I feel like I am in a play
And the backdrop is grey
I’m not who I am today
I want you to stay
And be my ray
But if you go astray
It may be too late
For you to come back all the way
Before I pull away
No one will miss me anyway

*gay in this case means happy.