Depression
From the moment I wake to the moment I sleep,
Tears threaten and when alone I weep.
I don't cry over boys or lack of friends,
I don't cry over toys or when happy stories end.
I attempt to smile yet I still cry.
Sometimes my sorrow makes me want to die.
I know people love me and want to help.
But their sympathetic eyes make me want to yelp.
So alone I suffer and push people away.
My negativity just keeps people at bay.
Copyright © Janet Freeman | Year Posted 2018
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