My Poetry

I called it Depression

I was moody today,

I called it gloomy.

Maybe it was sadness,

or even anger.

But I really don't know why I feel it,

but thats like asking yourself why I breathe.

I always blamed it on hormones,

I mean they cause all my pimples.

But today, I was moody,

and I really didn't want to show it.

Cause the other day I was watching The Simpsons,

and Marge said that your smile shows the love of your mother.

I tried to that at school the other day,

Maybe I could be popular,

I walked past by the groups of "so-called" friends.

One girl smiled at me,

I think she likes me.

Yet, I was ignored by the others.

Maybe I was born to be unheard,

Or maybe it was because I was too shy.

But I'm moody again,

But this time I told my mom,

She said it was my bad haircut that is to blame,

She promised to hire a more proffesional haircutter.

Even mom, didn't listen,

So I was back where I was started,

I was moody,

But I called it gloomy.

and the teacher gave a lesson about depression,

After class,

I told the teacher that I had all the symptoms of depression,

I was expecting a laugh,

or a giggle,

even rolled eyes.

No,

She was so nice,

She taught me about depression,

And to think she was strict,

Even mom didn't act like her,

I guess that's why she didn't become a teacher.

Today I'm happy,

But I call it a fabulous day.

I asked the girl who smiled at me out,

and she said yes.

She reminded me of my teacher,

Who is now longed gone,

I know she can see me,

She is so proud.

If you feel like me,

All hopeless and teared,

Don't take pills or blame it on hormones,

Just go ahead,

Let the authority take the stand,

Who knows where I could have been,

If I wasn't brave to ask.

And now I'm here,

Living life to its fullest,

I hope you enjoyed this story,

Or better yet, I call it a poem.