The Mask of Depression

We laugh, joke, and smile. None of it is real. At least for me it’s not. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. It was a mistake to ask, to try. No one understands. It’s my problem. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m all alone. But it’s okay. I don’t need them. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. The pain is too much to bear. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. This will pass. This will pass. I can do this myself. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.