Rhyming

I don’t know if I should, Use a rhyme, but maybe I could. Rhyme about depression. Which could leave them with a bad impression. I don’t consider my problems trite. It’s just an easier way to express my plight. When I wake up after noon. I’m like a lonely bear in a sand dune. When I’m too late for breakfast. And video games end too fast. It’s the best way to explain. Depression that feels mundane. Depression is as sturdy. As the spirits that haunt me at 3:30. Depression is like falling over. Somehow tripping on a four leaf clover. Ants making fun of me. So are birds in a tree. Writing about my problems is the best way. To get me out of bed for the day.