#Depression
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man