They tell me to sit still
I want to move
I need to move
their hands are on me
iv's in my veins
screaming for freedom from pain
my mom told me we were going home
she said I'd be happier
if happier meant
taking four depression pills
and sitting in a circle talking about my feelings
I didn't want it
I didn't want to be happy if it meant more pain
they close my door at 8pm
they say anyone with depression needs sleep
I am not me anymore
I am my disease
No longer myself
but depression
they tell me to share how I'm feeling
and pretend to care when I refuse treatment
they say I need help
and to refuse is dumb
I am no longer myself
I am a sad story
that no one wants to hear
I am a girl no one wants to bear
I am depression
they open my door
the red pill glares at me from a distance then the white and then blue
its a process my brain likes
its a process that I hate
I cry in my room alone at night
because I didn't realize how good I had it
I want to be at home
but instead the door gets closed
and I am labeled depression.