Spread

This poem is about my depression and my fear that it will spread to others if I talk about it to them.
I suppose I'm too good at not talking about it. I've been told that by my peers that they wish they had my problems. Hence the honor horror play on words. The mystique and confusion of living with depression comes out in the first three stanzas as they are harder to understand and set the stage for the message that comes out in the rest of the poem. This was written to be performed by me so I fear that this word document may not totally convey the emotion I was going for.