Having Anxiety and Depression
The waves, vicious and mighty and blue, crashed like a storm
But that was in the middle of the sea
For by the sand's edges they formed a light drizzle, two old friends meeting up for coffee
Just small talk
Never hinting about last night's storm that kept her awake for hours
And by the first sight of the sand desolate on land, one would never know the storm existed
-And that was her mind
Hectic and Calm and Bleak - all at once - all the time
But she didn't know how this could be
When one part of you wants to do anything and everything constantly
Another can't find a point in doing so
But people don't understand because they only see the calm
And the calm is all they ever wanted to see
The calm brought for smooth sailing and bright skies, not tipped boats and lost adventures
For calm was the standard, and the standard they liked, but only because how to live through the storm the didn't know
But those who knew bottled it up
They learned it was best
Like a message in a bottle for no one to find, no one to read
And, if found, no one could read the cryptic codes
Why?
Because who could bother to learn that hieroglyphic puzzle, with pieces that never fit
Those strange markings were not standard
So they ignore the desolate
Focusing only on the kisses of sand and sea, never catching sight of the turents
So who would believe they are there?
When no one sought to care
-And that was her mind