Dear Friend
There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about
But I'm not sure how to start it, I don't know how to let it out
I am beginning to come to grips with the terms that there is something wrong
Inside my head, oh and by the way, this message is rather long
You see I've come across this scary thing called depression
But I don't like to think of it that way
Because calling it 'depression' means more than I can say
It means people think I am unhappy, like I need help where I'm at.
Which is true, I do. But I don't want you to know that.
Friend
I try to keep up a mask
So that people won't ask
Because I am more messed up than you could ever comprehend
You will not see what is coming around the bend
Hello??
Do you understand me?
I don't even want you near me (but I do)
You beg me to open up,
I let my tears fill your cup
Oh but Friend
When we reach the end of the day
There will be no more that you can think of to say
There's just silence. That cursed thing causing so much pain.
It creeps up on me so quietly, it's driving me insane.
So I'll hit rewind and go back to a time
Where you'll find that I'm great,
Loving life in a great mental state
But really the only thing that has changed is your view of me, unfortunately
So now we will stay in our own little worlds leaving nothing but the imagination to interpret the silence, so distantly
So Friend
Here I sit, keeping up a mood that is very much fake
Hiding behind the rhymes I make
In an attempt to vent
About where the old me went.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Insanity
PoetryThe product of a slam poetry assignment at school concerning an abstract idea that isn't abstract at all, now continued through late night bursts of my dark insides. A work in progress as I become a better writer; feedback appreciated.
