It's Called Depression (Percy Jackson)

And it's not a made up a thing in my head.
It's not something I use for attention.
It certainly isn't this long feeling of sadness.
It's also something I don't speak of to others.
And why, you may wonder, wouldn't I tell?
Because when I do, this is what I'm told:
"It's just in your head"
"Well don't be so down about yourself then"
"Suck it up, attention whore"
"Then stop being sad"
And if they don't say anything, its pity. It's a look of guilt and pity and sometimes a look of fear.
They call me names. Freak, faggot, the normal stupid names.
When they hear of depression, most people don't realize it's something that you have no control over. It's just there, it just happens. Sure, you can go to therapy. You can take medication. You can guide it, but there is no controlling it.
When people see who you really are. That's when the truth comes out. When your best friends can turn to enemies and your enemies to become a best friend.
My name is Perseus Jackson.
And this is my story.