I battle depression like the sun disappears every evening
I'm no different from the norm
I hang with friends, cut time with homework
Sleep, eat, and act normally enough for none to question
Except inside where the sun won't shine

Depression tangles with me in spurts and spouts
Some days it's like a murky mouse in my brain
scratching silently for a way out
like ticking of a clock, barely heard at all

Other days I'm an unsuspecting deer
munching contently on today's grass
stalked by a tiger shaded in charcoal, fangs ready
to pounce and sink his teeth into my life

Sometimes depression is Goliath
And I'm David with a wet noodle
Yet the will to win lackluster
His punches drive my breath away like steam leaving a train

Look in the mirror and repeat
Depression won't win
Depression won't.... win
Depression... won't... win...

but sometimes I just want to
go with the flow
open up the floodgates within my soul
let it sweep me up in the river to somewhere better

where I don't have to worry about my social standing
where a D on a test won't make me question if I am worth it
where I can live without fear of strange doctors and pills
where being me is good enough

And I'm no theater actor asking for the spotlight
depression takes that away
because how can you know sunshine
when all it does is rain?