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May 2018
The world can't see her, she hides behind me
I take the lead but she is always around me.


The world can't see her, the science can't detect
Every second her in me, more-n-more reflect. 


The world still can't see her, religion calls her names
She engulfs; leaving me to wail as she slowly maims. 


The world can't see her, my family too
She still hangs by my neck, my sadness-her stew.


The world can't see her, nor can I
She lives through me while I barely stay alive 


The world can't see her, only she can see
She has my life, my smiles, my fears and my tears.
They have pledged their allegiance to her
While I remain to be the shell, for the world to see.
Depression is not an easy thing to deal with.
You feel so detached from yourself, it's like watching a movie of your life but with no control over it.  
This my attempt to introduce 'Her' to you.
Namita Anna Givi
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Namita Anna Givi
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