Thankfully, despite an undercurrent of melancholy that always
  runs just below the surface of my consciousness, I have a happy
  disposition and a positive outlook.* I know the monsters are
  lurking by my feet, but I just push them away, or I pick them up
  and make them my friends.* They're just lonely after all. Unless
  they're truly wicked.* Then I push them down the river and teach
  others how to deal with them when that demon arrives in their
  mind. What would hell for me be?* Frozen, unable to cope, unable
  to think straight.* A Panic Attack that doesn't subside.* That
  would be mine.

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