I smile
I laugh
I wear ‘happy’ colors
I joke around
I am lying
I am desperately hiding...
Hiding my depression
I’m not diagnosed
But my thoughts are darker
Darker than deaths cloak
They scare me
I hide them behind a mask
But sometimes my mask cracks
“Why are you so down today?”
I’m depressed that’s why.
“I didn’t sleep well last night...”
I say with a smile
I don’t sleep much at all
Apparently no one knows me enough
To see I am desperately wanting
Someone Something... Anything
To understand me
But instead I hide behind my mask
“Why are you so depressing? You have nothing to be depressed about.”
They don’t know me. My thoughts consume my entity
My parents don’t know about my thoughts
My family thinks I’m perfectly fine
I have scars in my head
I want to scream
You don’t know ME
But I don’t I just say
“I’m not feeling too well... just an off day”
Lies.
I am me
I am depressed
I am a Phoenix
I rose from the old me’s ashes
And a new me was born.
Gone was the old me
Happy, bubbly, giggly
Smiley, weak, Light
She was killed
By me... am I a killer?
No I am just
Depressed