Depression

Every morning when I go to school, I put on a mask.

A mask of "I'm fine"s and contrived smiles.

I don't tell them about the doctors appointments,

the counseling, the hours spent staring at a wall.

They don't care.

 

In a world of happy people, I am an outcast

the girl with the broken brain

fighting to survive

 

But how many other masks are out there?

 

Sometimes I dream of taking off my mask.

"How are you?" they'll ask

"I wish I was dead" I'll reply

 

I've tried before, you know. Taking my mask off. 

I lost my only friends.

I know what happens when I am myself.

Isolation

 

So I'll go about my life 

Miserable behind this face that isn't mine.

 

How many others are resigned to my same fate?

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