Silently Depressed

Tears soak her face, As she sits there quietly. No one sees her crying, And she’s happy about that. She tries to keep it secretive, Just to keep away from questions. The main question, That she feared was why are you crying? Followed by, Are you going to be ok? The truth is she didn’t know the answer to either one of these. There was no reasoning behind her tears, They just came to her in spurts. She was a genuinely happy person. She had a loving family, Happy friends, A great life in general. But for some reason she was sad. Not sad, She was depressed. There was only two people in her life, That knew how she really was. Without her telling them. And those two people, Were the only ones that could change it. These two people didn’t even know, That they had this power over her moods. And she never planned on telling them. Her mom had an idea, That her daughter was acting different. But when she asked her about it, She said it was nothing. And she believed her, Which was a mistake. She should have known, Known that she was not alright. Her daughter didn’t even realize, Until she started to write. She wrote down her thoughts and feelings. In a different way. Not using a diary, Not using a letter. No she used a unique way of saying how she felt. A way no one would figure out, She wrote her feeling down through poems. And no one would decipher the TRUE meaning behind them, She was sure of it. So sure, Because she didn’t even know!