When you are young
Misquotes choose the victim
While everyone is playing outside
There is one friend that will be eaten alive
While everyone else is fine
Once you are grown
Depression is the chooser
While everyone dances the night away
There is one friend dead on the inside
While everyone else feels alive
Misquotes do not prey on specific blood types
So why am I consistently attacked?
Depression does not cling to specific genes
So why am I constantly blue?
I will never truly know.