It's not noticeable,
depression.

Yet it leaves
eternal impressions

You ask yourself whether
you're
doing what you do for yourself
and the answer's clear
whispering in your ear.
NO

These ABCs marked on a paper release,
marking your future,
your parent's judgement and
the level of your intelligence.

But what if you're intelligent in other things?
You don't memorize formulas
but you break the barriers
of creative.

Think outside the box when
so far in your life,
they teach you rules.

You have to do this,
do that.
No,
you can't live your life that way and

BAM!

You do something wrong,
and so you get hit by the throng of pain,
in the arms
in the face
in the waist.
Because you don't live up to be that someone else's ace.

Pinches, slaps, verbal abuse,
how much can one take before they lose.
Or maybe you have lost,
You know that and you just lie down wanting
to fall into the ground.

To lose yourself and escape into
computer games,
sports,
laughs
smiles while looking past and forcing yourself to forget
that trauma.

Eternal impressions
in your heart,
these scars that
mark your depression