but if you bumped into me in the street,
could give you a misconception,
as I release my smiley face,
offer you a firm handshake,
as the weight of the world,
brings me down.
A constant war inside myself,
mind in constant rearrangement,
feelings lift from time to time,
clouds depart, to provide glimmers of hope,
from the darkest of nights,
to bright days awakening.
I chase dreams, vapors of positivity,
never feel that I'm losing the fight,
it might be hard, but often I win,
find some dignity stored, some self respect,
but depression can be such a lonely thing,
often grateful for the friends who have called.
I've got better at coping nowadays,
but should avoid the internet and the daily news,
guess that's just a pattern of my behaviour,
sit in the library within the confines of knowledge,
found in moments of waking, this is my confession.