depression, a sickness,
a lonesome disease
yet no outer sores
for others to see
deceptive smiles
a half-hearted, "Fine"
when someone is hurting
where is the sign?
they lay in their shells,
shrinking away
when they've lost faith in the good
and each passing day
a lavender lip smear
a watercolor face
struggling to continue
the rushing new pace
where do they turn
when depression is growing?
and those who are closest
have no way of knowing