Speaking truth to power 
I cannot be the one to cower 
And shrink away from the light
And everything is alright
Like any good sage will say
The awareness will keep the pain at bay
And Stephen is a deep shade of green
He was like a break in the dream 
When the nightmare was flicking in and out
And they capitalised on my self doubt
And I wonder if he’s still in St. Pat’s 
He rolled out the welcome mats 
To his heart of gold and warmth
I could feel it even in the storm
That seemed to envelop me
And I couldn’t explain it all intimately 
But I had found a personal Jesus 
And he would relieve us 
Of the burden we bear
If we trust in Him enough to know that the tear 
Is only temporary and a necessity
I talk to the consultant and he just stresses me 
With his talk of unwell and low mood
I want to tell him to fuck off, dude
But I’m way to polite
And, contrary to popular opinion, I do not bite
So I settle for sessions of CBT 
With a therapist who really gets me 
And all I can see is how his hair frames his face
And that there’s no feature gone to waste
When he smiles into the screen 
The camera catches the best part of my scream
As I try to hide and camouflage 
But he gets me beyond the feeling bad 
And I just want him to know I consider him
A friend to me and not just some dim
Witted professional 
Who only reads things that are dull 
He looks up into the camera phone
And I know I’m not alone