Rhyming Poem

DEPRESSION

Two feathers on a bird,

Watch her wings and she maybe heard.

Flying high with the wiping wind,

Not knowing that her flying will soon come to an end.

Spirling down into a deep black hole.

Thinking that maybe one day she'll have a goal.

Three whole years she made a nest.

Three whole years she laid to rest.

Sparkling in her brain,

She had soon to know her running train.

Up, Up, Up, she flys,

Landing below the Northern skys.

Two feathers on a bird,

And on this day she will be heard.

Screaming "I am beautiful!"

Every Tick, Bird, and Snake recived an earful.

Smiling, staring with incredible joy,

Shes know right then that happiness is not about a boy.

Happiness is about who you are and accepting yourself.

It does matter if there is a million feathers on a bird.

You are what you are.

Together peace, and love will go far.