I want to write that in front of every achievement I want to write it at the head of every poem I write
And I don’t think I will be able to create anything At least, nothing I am proud of Without an asterisk explaining This is my depression work
For depression affects everything Infects everything Dims my worldview and Makes me irrational, hypocritical and Turns me into someone I am ashamed to be
Depression takes away half of my once-brilliant mind It leeches off my creativity Drains the enchanting, poetic optimism inside me Until everything I think, everything I create, everything I am Disgusts me