So The Depression Came Back Poem by Lisa Knipe

I'm so tired of this depression.

Smiling gets me so far. I can pretend, I could cheat but my head knows I'm not okay.

I don't like telling you about it, it's stupid. It's selfish. I need to hide it away. Suppress it. Pretend it never existed it. Hide them feelings.

People have bigger problems in the world than the world than my stupid depression.

I will jump on it and sit on it, and smile like nothing has happened.

When people ask how I am, I'm going to lie, and say I'm fine thank you. It's easy to lie, people don't question it. They just think it's an off day.

When I'm quiet, people always think something is wrong because they're used to me talking non stop. Is that good thing, they know when I'm low or am I just in everyone's face all the time?

I need to step back and keep quiet, I say way too much.

Depression sucks.