This is a form of poetry called "Spoken Word" that I wrote for my English II class in High School. From the very first day my teacher had given my classmates and I this assignment, I was excited to write it. I knew that, in writing this, it would turn out to be something that I was very passionate about and would pour my heart into. But then I came to the sudden realization that there was a huge dilemma standing in my way: I had to perform the finished product in front of the entire class. I was terrified, absolutely terrified of reading this in front of the class. I wrote this in hopes of letting those who are struggling with depression, or any other stressful life situation, that they are not alone. I wanted to express, deeply, my own feelings on the subject, and sort of connect with others who feel the same... I wanted to provide the strength, or the hope, that they can get through whatever is holding them down. But that was precisely why I didn't want to perform this poem. I didn't want my classmates to doubt that I was strong. I didn't want to draw unwanted attention to myself, or God forbid, actually make them care about me. No, I wanted them to believe that I was perfectly fine. That I had no struggles. But regardless of my fears... I performed the poem anyways.