Depression......

 

for on the morrow morn;

it never changes,

as sad not glad

I hate to overstate the problem,

when I feel like road-kill

certainly, no thrill,

of having flattened feelings

of no escape.

I want to hide away,

from a world of hello

and how is your day?

all I want is to be alone;

alone with inner self,

where I don’t have to be

something I am not,

nor feeling of pretend,

pretending to be alright.

I’m quite comfortable

of the who is me,

for the first of the morn

just an inner deflection,

of she’ll be Jake mate!

 

sad not glad

is part of my day first thing!