I am not sure what to think or
Feel anymore.
Everyone keeps talking like
I am not in the room.
Hiding the pain holding back
The tears.

While they say.
It's just an act.
She needs to snap out of it.
She needs to get up and
Get on with it.
She needs a push.

I wish I was normal.
I wish I didn't feel like this.
I wish that I wasn't so
Broken.

I wish I wasn't the embarrassment
They see me as.
I wish the suffering in my head
Would stop.
I wish they knew how feels to
Be broken.

None wants to be broken.
None choose to be depressed.
It's feelings you have no control over.

I choose to be alone.
Burying my pain in lines of poems.
Crying where I can't be seen.

depression.
Is not an act you can stop.
It's not a feeling you can control.
It's a life long battle.

To me.
I am broken and trying hard to
Be happy and get through
The day.

To everyone else.
It just an act I am nothing more
Than an attention seeker.