The Harder Part of Me To Hide

I guess depression is the easier choice. Rather than feel a hope that allows me to rejoice. I suppose everyone just wanted me to be aware- Of the pointlessness of my life- I’m supposed to despair! For a moment in time there was a final day of peace. After those weeks of sleepless nights, it was like I was frozen in ease. Until the fingers snapped in front of my face. And my angry family was ready to take my new memories to erase. So that I could go back to being tethered. And hope would no longer tempt me like a feather. They just don’t want me to have more pieces to hide. Goodbye happiness- I know you tried.