The Act Of Depression Poem by Theresa Short

I think I have depression,
When will I learn my lesson,
anyting I do I will get hurt,
anything I cook I get burnt,
Why does my luck run bad,
its like Im always suppose to be depressed and sad,
Why oh why might I ask,
Why oh why do I wear a mask?
For there is no answer for all my questions,
Only a true life lesson..
Please depression let me go,
that way I can be happy always so,
I dont have to rely on myself or my sweatshirt for my tears,
Because then I wont have many fears.
JUST LEAVE ME BE DEPRESSION,
I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON!