Depression
Black hole
Sinking
Drowning
Lungs filling
Can't breathe
Panicking
Please leave
Before you see the damage
I can't let you see
The real me
Please let me stay hidden
Hidden from view
Not in plain sight
Put on a facade
Be a mirror
Only what other people want to see
Otherwise a ghost
Not seen
Not heard
A wisp of smoke
Gone in the breeze
Please let me leave
Let me disappear
Without a trace
This poem is about:
Me
Our world