True Depression Poem by King Happy

Depression is like being on a one way road.
That's under construction.
You have to build the road to move forward,
But for some reason you can't (or won't) get out of your car.
And all the while the people behind you
Are honking and yelling at you to hurry up and get through it.
But not one of them helps you build the road.

And even if you were to get out of your car and start building -
A policeman is there writing parking tickets.