I got to the doctor's office.

I don't want to do this, I think.

No way I'm gonna talk about how I feel.

I entered the room and was told to wait until the doctors came.

The room seems very opposite of how I felt,

Full of bright colors and different cheesy sayings.

Everything is so cheerful.

Why am I here?

 Why do I try when everyone is still disappointed when I do?

So what's the point?

Depression.

A chemical imbalance they say, but why.

What did I do to cause this?

Just another reason for them to be disappointed.

Yay amazing caused by my sh*tty genetics no surprise there tho.

What does it mean though just a struggle that ends my life 

or just causes unlimited problems I think to myself?

What an amazing life.

I need to get out of this

 but I don't know-how, 

It gets harder every time I try. 

  Medications, what would that do?

 I mean that probably would help,

  but with my luck, it's going to cause just as many issues. 

What am I supposed to do, I think to myself?

 Fluoxetine, Citalopram they say to my parents as if I care. 

Would this fix me? 

Just proving my point of all the things wrong with me.

 I need to be fixed.

Side effects suicide, stomach issues she counties,

 nothing could feel worse than hating every part of yourself I think.

I just wanna go back to my room. 

Who cares if I'm lazy or anti-social.

They decided to start me on one. 

Positive outlooks on life, my doctor says.

You can tell I have a very good one. 

Driving home my mom, seemed very giddy and excited,

As she continued to talk about the benefits of this medication. 

Why is this a good thing I think to myself,

 It's not a good thing to hate life, but it's also not good to be dependent on medication.