Abandoned houses sit across the city,
People drive past them
Just looking at them up and down.
I just wonder sometimes,
How much life used to be in those houses?
Often, I think, we do the same with people
They’re beaten down and tormented
Losing control of their image
Because their mind is consumed by a disease
That spreads rapidly, poisoning any good thought
Of themselves in their head.
Depression.
Appearances mislead
Sara I. Raad