Depression

To be alive, is really something chaotic
But to feel dead inside, is feeling like life is a trick
There are days where someone asks
Are you okay? Will you be okay?
I reply “I’m fine” like it’s an ongoing task
I put a smile on, hide my pain and that’s the only thing I say
No one quite understands me
How I can be depressed, yet so happy
But that’s where the secret lies
I’m not happy, I pretend, as I beg for answers from the sky
I’m not one to talk about it often or a lot
Sometimes it’s wishful thinking that I would have forgot
The fact that I live with someone who doesn’t pay rent
The fact that I live with someone who makes my brain hide in a tent
This actually isn’t a person at all, it’s a figure of my mind
It’s a figure that causes my teeth to non stop grind
It’s something people diagnose as Depression
But living with it and suffering from it, creates quite an impression
So like I’ve stated before up top
Repeating it might make my heartbeat drop 
To be alive, is really something chaotic
But to feel dead inside, is really feeling like life is a trick

Stephanie Davis
11/24/20