The year of heavy-body, tear inducing stress.
The year of supposed fun that nobody has.
The year of being top dog over nothing.
Is that all I have to look forward to?
Is that what my senior year will truly be?
And I cannot change that,
My stress will pile upon my shoulders
Until my ability to walk
Is so impeded
I fall to the ground in agony.
But I will always need to pick myself up
And I know I can do that
I have done so many times before.
From where will my shining, saving light spread?
That question has always had one answer:
Books, video games, creation…
The world of unreality
Has always been my saviour.
If I can keep my mind busy,
If I can keep myself from thinking too much,
I can keep getting back on my feet.
I can keep myself from falling.
So I will fall in love once more with my unrealities
My hands will turn to paws as I hunt for my clan.
I will traverse the twisted path on both sides of the law.
Magic will burst from my fingertips,
And I will paint the world with my tail.
I will adventure through worlds for the memories of my beloved.
I will be an annoying, adorable robot with a job to do.
My guns will blaze with fiery lasers,
And my sword will swing into my enemies’ chests.
I will transfer my emotions to paper.
I will allow myself to bleed onto the page.
The depression will descend upon me
Armed with teeth of stress
And claws of anxiety
But I will fight.
I will fight by escaping,
By entering a world opposite of reality.
I will save myself.
With every accomplishment
With every book finished, game beat, or word written
Pride will fill me
Happiness will forge a smile on my face
A smile of fearsome loathing
For that depression which fights to keep me down
A smile filled with growls and battle-cries
For I will not let that depression win
I will keep myself afloat among fantasy and adventure
I will keep myself above through the release
That I call poetry
I will not allow Stress
To beat me
I will win.