Depression grows,
Like a black petal,
On a yellow flower

Pushing away sunlight,
With bare hands

In the west where youth,
Have more than ever,
They have no truth

The strongest wings,
Without a feather,
The brightest minds,
In stormy weather

Fall
...

“Ask no questions,
Mask all feelings,
Talk to no one,
For no one’s hearing

Hide yourself,
For you must stay,
In a crowd of those,
Who do not stray”

They taught us so,
And so we live,
Keep all boxed up,
That we could give

Our questions and feelings,
We long to share

Yet we were taught not to say,
Perhaps that is why,
We feel this way