Depression,

It’s not just a word,

But it’s never heard,

It’s rarely seen,

behind the scenes,

A smile and wave,

you think it’s okay,

But honestly, it never stays that way,

Inside their minds,

No one seems to find,

How to define,

without stepping outta line,

our depression is different with each human bean,

But maybe it wouldn’t exist if people wouldn’t hurt and act so mean,

If we never lost the ones we loved,

If kids weren’t pinned down beat up and shoved,

if people would remind us that it’s all okay,

instead of making it hard to live every day,

if we could speak our mind without being ashamed,

With people who wouldn’t for shame us for just being gay,

we are as we are but the world has changed,

Now in this world of hurt and pain, it’s strange,

to not see a masked maiden or a hoodied child,

without the cuts or bruises that are mild,

so stop trying to define our depression when its different with each of us,

So please…. just

let us be us

3 Comments
  1. deadsoulx 3 years ago

    omg everyone here are such good poets!! i have come across three wonderful poets including you!!
    you guys must publish these !! you will earn soooo much!!!- i hope the next generation will have these in theirrr texttt bookksssss!!!
    bruh , how can everyone be such awesome poetss except me!!?? arghh – i am gonna write poems too!!!!

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