The Unexpected

If Depression Was A Person

If Depression was a person, she'd be tall and very pretty. She'd dress in bright colors and the latest fashions. She'd also be my sister. Everyone would think she was so pretty and the boys would fall in love with her.But at night, in our room, I'd see her turn into the monster I knew she could be. We'd fight about who would be in control. Of me. Of her. It would be a power struggle every night.Some nights I could win and keep her locked in our closet. I'd go to bed and wake up in the morning and all would be just fine. Going to school no one would hear what she said to me, the things she brought me down with.No one would see her glares across the room or hall. Then the nights she won.....I feared thoughs. I could fight as hard as I could , but still lose. It was these nights that she'd hurt me. She'd tie things around my neck and make me take pills. She'd cut and burn me. Tell me I was stupid, ugly, and fat. I didn't sleep much on thoughs nights. The next day at school I'd keep my head down. I could feel her smirking and laughing at me. "pathetic", "useless", she'd hiss at me. For a long time I've been fighting depression. I've seen a lot of people who didn't really know her, call her beautiful. But I've seen what a monster she can be. I've noticed the others around me, the ones who've seen what a monster Depression can be. And I have a feeling....it looks different to them.....hurts them in different ways