A storm
That is what sorrow is
Momentary sadness
That too will pass
A pestilence
That is what depression is
A permanent purgatory
That will stay
But this too shall pass
Both depend
On acknowledging it exists

Used for temporary results
And permanent trauma

Two sides
Seeking a way
To save themselves
In a world
With borrowed time

Change takes time
That's why patience is a virtue
One without the other
Yin without yang
Good with no evil
One must exist
For there is nothing
Until there is something

Truly
We have always been equal
Labels, rewards, titles
These are what drive us apart

Not shy
Just know
When words are required
And when action is necessary

If we were born
To exist in this world
Why are we not comfortable?
Constantly escaping
Into fabricated fantasies