When the snow drifts my mood shifts.
My spirits forget how to lift.
Through the files of my past
My mind sifts.
It wont last, this mask.
Hiding is a hard task.
Time to face the facts.
Another attack.
As in anxiety, Inside of  me.
Like a growing seed, now a tree.
Just let me be.
Its just seasonal, they say.
This feeling won't stay.
My thoughts are grey.
Just go away.
Maybe someday.