Secret Affliction, The Poem by Alison Smith

The economy can have it
Animals have it
Humans have it to

A bird when depressed
Plucks out its plumes
The economy calls it a recession
Woe the doom and gloom

So why when a human
Becomes all depressed
Do we run and hide away
Pretend its not there

Don't know what to do
Its worse than the flu
Want to lay in bed
Oh what dread

You can take medication
A temporary solution is all
Can talk to a shrink
Tell them what you think
But in the end its all upto you

Its all in my head
This affliction of dread.