 Depression ~~~~ By PCOTeen
PCOTeen
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Posts: 260
From:Lawton, MI
Registered: Nov 2000
posted 01-28-2002 08:19 PM
I wrote this poem for english, and got an A.
Depression
I know the depression of an untold world
And the depression of another's spoken word
Everything goes wrong and nothing ever goes right
So no soul can see truth, favorable and bright.
The darkness of self covers untold favor
Whispers of dark revolt heated savors.
I know the depression of an unspoken fear
And the depression of self, perturbed and unclear.
She struts about happy as can be,
Everyone adores her and if only they could see
That her mind is trapped in a world of hatred and doubt
Everything is pessimistic and there is no way out.
Alone by herself, crying to sleep
Nobody understands her sorrow runs deep.
Her life is a hell and reality is gone,
There beats the lonely tune of her hearts song.
Is the adoration of your peers
Worth hiding your sadness and fears?
I know the depression of the teenage years,
And the depression of constant falling tears.
Pressures of high school take the best of us all
It?s all a balancing act in which you can?t fall.
Drenched in stress and covered with concern
Unaware of how much we still have to learn.
Faced with perpetual opportunities and ominous foes,
We decide in which way our future will go.
I know the depression of high school
And the depression of stressful tears
I watched the depression of myself unfold
And the depression of a story untold.
It all started my freshman year,
When my mind couldn?t control my fear.
My life was so scary and surreal,
There was no happiness in which I could feel.
I wore a disguise and nobody could tell,
My once superior grades significantly fell.
Neither Paxil nor Prozac are the magic cure,
Only time can heal every fallen tear.
Depression is the dark of the night,
It lurks behind every corner and consumes the light.
There is no light around you,
Just the darkness from within.
Depression is a funnel, in which you fall down,
In those feelings of hate you may drown.
There is the depression of the untold story,
It may be sad, or even gory.
The world may seem covered white,
But you?re consumed in black, not feeling right.
I know the depression of a story told clear,
And the depression of knowing it still isn?t clear.
Sarah Mayne
1-9-02 | 
