Depression

She lingers waiting for me to make a mistake. I feel her, sneering at me, ready to pounce. Unsure how she originated, but I keep her masked. Cover her up with a brilliant smile, Being Robin William funny, so no one knows Except me…. She goads me with pokes and prods Trying to get me morose and sad. I am aware of her power I dare not give in to her. She can take me down harder than a Mack Truck