She is a life, his life
She is his oxygen, his essence
She holds his tongue, she holds his mind
She is his own depression, his lack of light

She is the space between her thighs
She is the promise she didn’t keep
She is the truth she never knew
She is her own depression, her lack of strength

She is the hate that fills my mind, the rage pounding at my temple
She is the blindness that I seek
She is my own depression, my lack of peace

She is the mask we all must wear, the shoes we all must fit
She is the very definition of success yet her soul lies on the bottom
She is the requirement, the unrealistic dream
She is our own depression, our lack of perception