The Face of Depression
I never understood " alone in a crowd" until now.
They smile, they don't know.. and I smile back.
The ice cream tastes flat..uninteresting.
The full moon is just........round.
I know the spring is glorious, but I don't care.
Is this the face of depression? The moving from
grey to black? The guilt of feeling this way..
After a talk with a friend who is depressed
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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