I used to write about mountains
I used to write couplets on clocks and school
And I guess there's just so much that's happened
You could say I was fantasy's fool

I used to write in a notebook
And I used to write stories of others
Lines with such positive outlook
Poems of love and promise and color

And now I just write about depression
Each line typed out on a black and white screen
I'd say writing is still an obsession
A personal way of being heard and seen

And maybe one day
The lines will say
I'm happy again
I've found a way
But until that time
I'll use rhythm and rhyme
To express my stress
And to give subtle signs