When people see me, what do they remember?
Do they see the light, a small burning ember?
Do they see the darkness that hollows my soul?
Or do they see pain as I reach for my goal?
When people see me, what crosses their mind?
Do they think happiness I'll never find?
Do they think I'm doomed to a horrid fate?
Do they think for me it's just far too late?
When people see me, what do they see?
Is it really that easy to look right through me?
Or do they only see my projected facade?
Am I alone in seeing the marks from my blade?
When people see me, am I good or bad?
Do they even see that I'm always sad?
And if they see it what do they think?
Do they think it's my fault that I don't float, I sink?
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I do wonder a lot whether or not it's obvious from the outside. Do I walk around with a sign on my head saying I'm depressed? But from what I've heard from others, sometimes it's hard to believe that this is how I feel. I guess I've become really good at concealing it, at least from the general populace.
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Depression?
PoetryThis is a collection of my sad poetry I've accumulated over the years. I hope that those who read this can relate in some way. My sincerest hope is that it helps people feel less alone. I do not wish to make anyone feel worse than they already are...
