Depression

Realizing that you're not a child anymore is hard

Even if you're still young, aways have to keep up your guard.

Many kids teasing for your different personality

Maybe even your clothing or actions, all of it being hard brutally

It's not easy to keep a smile on your face during a difficult trial

But you can't let them see, stay in denial.

Soon you learn it's okay to admit you want some professional help

Even if all you can do is scream and yelp.

Days will become easier to tackle your depression

Less repession and less aggression.

You are strong

Better days will come along.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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