Depression lurks like quiet rage,
A book without a turning page.
It’s anger still, but lacks the spark,
A fire dimmed inside the dark.
It whispers softly in the night,
A shadow that avoids the light.
With every breath, it pulls me down,
A heavy cloak, a tightening crown.
Days blur into muted green hazes,
A maze of thoughts in endless phases.
I wear a smile, yet feel the weight,
Of unseen chains that dictate fate.
The world moves on, oblivious,
While I feel trapped, so tedious.
A masquerade of laughter bright,
Conceals the struggles out of sight.
I reach for hope, but grasp at air,
In crowded rooms, I feel bare.
The silence screams, a deafening sound,
As I pretend to be unbound.
Yet in this stillness, truth will rise,
A flicker sparks behind my eyes.
I learned to voice what’s long been sealed,
To break the bonds, my pain was revealed.
For though depression haunts the mind,
A strength emerges, intertwined.
With every tear, I find my voice,
In silent depths, I’ll make my choice.
To share my journey, seek the light,
To turn the page, reclaim my fight.
And though it lingers, I will stand,
With an open heart and outstretched hand.
WoPoLi 
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