Depression
Some people try
to force a
smile from me,
but it's futile.
Sometimes they figure
out somethings wrong,
sometimes not.
Some actually get
angry because I
don't just
"Snap out of it."
So I pretend
everything's OK.
But I'm secretly
crumbling deep inside.
This brings on
nervousness and
stomach complaints.
I suffer
in silence,
so that I don't
bring others down.
Jon
Sun 13th Jan 2013 22:27
Hi Shirley,
Great,under stated poem that perfectly explains how depression works,and the secret suffering of the afflicted. As usual,love the pic too x