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.
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