You look depressed, stressed, oppressed,
They say.
Really? Imagine
my surprise
At their pitying eyes

I checked the mirror
To see myself clearer,
I thought I looked okay.

But soon that thought became
my own torturous little game,
and overcame my happy mind

You look stressed,
depressed,
oppressed.

You ARE stressed,
depressed,
oppressed.

Well now I am.