The Unwanted Guest

Depression greets me like an old friend. Setting her things down on the driveway And waving. As if she will be here for a while. Stomping into my brain with dirt Covered shoes. Tracking mud all through my Happiness. She draws the shades and Complains that it's to bright. Sighing she sits me down, Clucks her tongue And cooks me meals of self doubt. Serving them with a smile. She doesn't know she's unwanted. Bustling about my brain she Fixes the straight paintings And shoves the furniture into a Heap. Throwing out old magazines Of confidence she claps her Hands. In a cheery voice she Gathers her things. "All done, see you soon!" Tromping out the front door. She's off to terrorize someone Else. And i'm left with the Remnants of my Life.