I don't trust myself
Nor could ever again count on myself
No real confidence
Or to join in life's cheerful cadences.
Depression is here
I'm just another laughingstock to jeer.
My sadness too real
To be handled by my usual happy appeal.
Peer pressure took me
To places I don't ever wish to see.
I try to say no
But they say in such ways that I should go.
Genuine affection,
Though just small, fills up my satisfaction.
