The solitude of my depression

was not my own suggestion.

Think if you must it be my style

but it tags along at my denial.

It’s a terrible nuisance, I’ll admit

Always trying to get me to submit

It tries to show me the very worst

with worn-out lines over rehearsed

Fabricated illusions of personal rejection

Deepen my despair and sense of neglection

You, depression are such a liar and a thief

Go away from me and take your grief

My emotions shall not be yours to dictate

Your delusions and heartache are not my fate