These Voices Won't Leave Me Alone

I am Depression,

The empty park bench,

The one that sits alone.

I am the two am fights,

The long and cold nights,

The one who listens to music alone.

I was depression,

The howling wind against the windows,

The cicadas in the night.

I fought depression,

The suffocation of regret and disdain,

The endless nights of “this isn’t sane”.

I am the 4.0GPA,

The one who puts themselves first,

The one who works weekends and writes all night.

I am not depression,

It no longer defines me,

I’ve made a progression,

I’m now the only me I’d ever want to be.

I am not depression, it no longer defines me.

I fought depression, killing the beast inside of me.

I am the Creative Writing Major,obsessed with forensics and theater.

I am the teenage author, you can find me in the theatre.

You can find me on the stage,

No longer afraid to turn the next page.

Fore, now I am the girl who takes the spotlight,

Running monologues till’ twilight.

I am not depression, it no longer defines me.

I fought depression, killing the beast inside of me.

I’ve made a progression, and now I’m just me.