----a Poem----

Sometimes talking about it isn't easy bdcause it's jumbled up into one big messy ball of despair in my head and I write a lot of poetry, I draw things that people say makes them 'worry about my state if mind' but it's just me and depression, our 'relationship' of many years.

I stumble through the thorns of thought
shadowed, clumsy and distraught. 
Sunlight is strangled by hopelessness poisonous boughs 
as I utter countless deadly vows. 
You won't understand me. 
And you really wouldn't believe me
because you don't even know me. 

My heart is a lifeless fish trapped in the cobwebs of my misery. 
And still all you ever do is breathe more agony into me. 
I could try to explain
but I think it's best if I refrain
for if you know what was trapped within my mind
you would join the rest of mankind
and think me mad. 
But I think your confusion would make me glad
that even you feel the throes of confusion sometimes. 
But I will remain trapped in depressions suffocating vines. 

It hurts to see what you do to me,
but I know this is exactly how life would be. 
So many smiles I struggle to force, 
So many frowns try to throw me off course. 
But I will not fall prey to remorse. 
I am too strong to give in to the wrong. 
I am not going to be held back by the throbbing throng. 
No one understands me,
so even after this you will fail to see,
that I am a lot more than you know me to be. 
WordHustler1995 WordHustler1995
18-21, F
May 15, 2012