You’ve had a great day
Talking with friends at school
Planning a surprise birthday party for your friend
Flirting
Laughing
Crying
Hating
Loving
Then your mom tells you
That it is time to go to bed
And you get into your PJ’s
Brush your teeth
And prepare for the war
Not a physical war
But a mental one
Between you and your conscience
It happens every night
And you almost always lose
Giving way
To let the depression and the fear crawl
Into your soul and make you feel like you
Failed
****
Are worse than everybody
Shouldn’t be here
Have no reason to live
And every night, you can’t stop it
Its job isn’t clear
But somewhere in the unclouded brain of yours
You know that it is lying
And you are a great person
That you have supportive friends
Good grades
Loving parents
And when you find this trove
Tucked away in possibly
The hardest to reach corner of your brain
You feel better
And you win the battle that night