Depression: A Poem

Hooded eyes: downcast, afraid Hunched shoulders, bearing the weight Sad smile, betraying the truth The pressure: too much for this youth. Weight: it settles right down On the chest, along with a frown Struggle, to lift up your chest Impossible: to be at your best. A smile: a glimmer of hope A mechanism, just some way to cope. The pressure, it isn’t for all The weight: it’s making me fall. Sadness: like a gentle cloak Stifling, it has started to choke My heroism is just a façade Cracking: you can see I’m flawed. Perfection: isn’t all that it seems Honestly, it tears at the seams Fraying, I’m losing it all From my height, I now feel so small.