Everyday
It seems to me
That people complain
That's it's not fair
People can be happy
Effortlessly
That there are those
Who go full days
Without being sad
Or depressed
Because they
Have no reason to be
That they don't have a voice
In their heads
That says to them
"You are sad now"
That they can just smile
And live without trial
But in the end
You feel it
And dread the day
Wanting to fall
And never get up
So you just drop
And then you see
A hand reaching out
You are scared to take it
Because it might drop you
But if you never fall
How will you learn to fly?
Reflecting what it felt to be depressed a long time ago. Now if I get that feeling, it disperses as quickly as it comes.