Yes, I'm Depressed

What cannot be perfected
Will be destroyed 
Flaws are everywhere 
Exist inside everything 
And are Hidden by everyone
Worthless Useless Meaningless 
We know these words are not entirely 
true but when you fall short of perfection
The Expectation topples over on top of you 
and many people cannot withstand the blow 
Because it destroys you inside and out 
And they can see it in your tired eyes 
Faking it requires some sort of assertion 
effort and a bit of caring, therefore it will 
not last forever, it is a stage, just like life
The seasons and the amount of effort you 
will exert when it all just becomes 'too much' 
A hint of attitude followed by a negative reaction 
Solitude followed by a few words that just had to 
slip out of your wired shut jaws. You begin to vent. 
You'd think that the brief moments of happiness 
would be enough to stop you, but they are not 
because intervals of happy are followed by 
devastating periods of deep depression
It's a cycle, a reoccurrence, a nightmare. 
And you live it every day.
It consumes you.
It has become you. 
You are it.