Depression Is Theme Number One Poem by Miss Tee

I have a secret for you, my listening ear.
I have lived a lie, not once...twice...or three times...
perhaps I've done so more than a thousand times.
In those moments, I've replied with confidence,
with much assurance that all is well.
I have lied to my friends, even to my family - worst of all: to you...
I have tried to disclose what I knew to them,
I have tried...you understand?
I have reached out, only to catch a glimpse of my saviour...
it's not enough - to catch that glimpse.
I need to have you comprehend completely
of this burden I carry on my shoulder.
I feel unbalanced, set back at zero.
It's like a ticking time bomb,
waiting to go off -
It's not normal, that I am fine one moment
and down the next.
It does not make any sense to me.
It makes me a slave to my emotions, and I'm learning to hate it intensely.