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.
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