No, It Doesn't Poem by Glory Sasikala

My rolling up in a pile
amidst my blankets;
hugging my pillow close;
the darkened windows;
my apathy to food
or wanting too much;
and water-can-waits;
friends are such nuisances —
so much drama!
Going out?
Pish!
Too much bother!
And I've seen this series before -
they're all the same.
I'll never lose weight;
and anyways he wasn't my boyfriend —
he just liked her more...
move on...


No it doesn't —
you're imagining it.
Nothing I've said
has anything to do with depression.