Standing Ovation
Depression is the song of my mind
That sounds just like a cry--
Quietly the song begins
And quieter the lie.
One can hear my little tune
Start its introduction--
But fast it fades and long it lasts
With no interruption.
My song is like a broken wing
Still trying to be flapped;
My song is like a show's end
Knowing everyone will clap.
They'll hear the song and think at once:
"How great the melody!"
But little did the audience know
Depression sings for me.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country