Your depression 

Is not a disease, it’s an illness 

That knows how to control your mind

Make you feel worthless 

Alone in a room full of people 

That everything you do is wrong 

Reminding you every chance it gets

“Stop trying you will never be good enough for anything or anyone”

“Keep smiling, keep your walls up, do not let anyone know about me”

“You stopped smiling, you let your walls down. Everyone knows about me now…

No one will love you now. Should of kept me hidden like I told you”

The anxiety 

That f*cker just never lets you do anything 

Telling you not to say anything cause 

“What if you say something wrong”

“What if they are judging you right now cause you never say anything” 

“Just talk and be simple but not too simple that they won’t like you”

“Honestly just change yourself completely if you want them to like you”

People without depression and anxiety 

Think it is not as bad as we are telling them it is

They tell us,

“Just be you and don’t let them get to you like that”

We have tried that, but it doesn't work

We fake a smile and tell them we feel “happier”

So they think that they helped

But these illnesses don’t go away 

You just have to learn to accept that they are powerful

So you learn what gives them their power,

Learn how to control them

And if you ever lose that control 

It’s okay, we all do sometimes.