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?