Depression's Attire

Depression is a coat I wear constantly now It used to hang in the closet now and then I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back Its drab colors are enticing when I’m bare I’d take it off misbelieving I still could It was too costly to wear all the time After what I’ve been through the size fits Now, I can’t make the coat unzip I see others in the spotlight strutting bare With a coat on I swelter in joy’s lamp I used to say just in case it pours inside Then I'd run to the closet like a model But, it's now knitted in skin in any weather Now I know I'll wear it for my open casket Its corduroy will no longer shroud my joys Its diagnosis will be unsewn then Even with no rain, I am bundled up The soggy jacket knows me too well It has stitched itself into my persona It repels me from happiness at times With no choice, I’ll act presentable It never disappoints despite catcalls That coat that never falls on the runway So, I’ll make depression a fashion show