Depression Fits Me

My depression is like a sweater.

Sometimes too big of my problems.

But sometimes too tight, where 

I find myself grasping for air.

No one else can wear it,

even if they ask to borrow it.

There are days it goes without wear.

But sitting in my closet,

it is always there.

This poem is about: 
Me
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