As a child, I thought things were mundane and simple
But everything changed the day I got my first pimple.
A mix of depression and hormones, I thought of naught
Except for the notion that happiness can't be bought.
My brother faced the same change but down a different road
He stumbled until blindly he found the line he toed.
Fumbling in the dark with no clear path there he faltered
With no light around, his mind was to stay unaltered.
I came home to locked doors and rage in my head.
Hours later my father called, I sped home;
My brother was dead.
Darkness consumed me and I started to roam
New marks on my body, new scars in my collection
Depression wasn't a beast, it was an infection.
It spread like wildfire, uncontrollably fast
As others followed suit, they blamed the first not the last.
Sinking into mine own mind I lost sight of the truth
Until I was reminded of the secret of youth.
Happiness can't be bought but you may as well barter
It forced me to search inside, become slightly smarter.
The secret wasn't wealth, or even friends you hold dear
It's forgetting the pain and moving past yesteryear.
In my case, I had two choices,
A cacophony of voices
Trying to choose my path for me
Or not caring and being free.
Free of guilt
Free of fear
Being myself until my life was rebuilt
Regardless of the future being unclear.
That's the secret to finding happiness in yourself
The only sure way to protect your mind and your health.